I've been living long enough now I think I finally understand about as much as I ever will. I understand that there is no meaning. I understand that everything is true and yet a lie. I understand all this and yet I feel that presence. A dark presence that looms over humanity, looking down at our pathetic selves. I hate this presence. I almost succumbed to its suffocation. If I give into the presence, the everpresent weight pulling down on my essence of existence, I will no longer be living. I must live through the hate.