you are your own god you control your destiny if you dont fear fear you can love

you cease to exist every time you lose consciousness including sleeping

you're not the same self in that body that was 1 year ago... the self is always changing

nothing is true; everything is permitted

repeat after me :the only thing i know is that I know nothing

attachment to the fulfillment of desires is the root cause of suffering in this world

universal morality is a lie

you are on a rock floating through space

there is no purpose to existence other than those you create yourself

nihilism or denihilism - why or why not- perspective

Things that are unprovable are not necessarily false

This statement is unprovable.

any system that is wholly true cannot be complete ;any system that is complete can not be wholly true

i believe the unexamined life is not worth living but intellectualism is sophistry

Let me sum up the way the first world treats the third world



"Good luck!"

I would kill every politician and probably half of americans... Just because I know some dudes are cool but I dont want to figure out which ones are because that would take forever so I'll just take a 50/50 chance.

The dark presence that constantly looms over us is nihilism... Living despite that is denihilism...



Denihilism is called denihilism for two reasons. The anti-nihilism sentiment and the homonym relationship with denialism. What we are essentially doing is despite the dark presence nihilism which tries to convince us daily that our lives are meaningless and futile... we are denying it repeatedly constantly throughout every second we exist. Good work you meaningless absurd animals.

Felt like I was always on the outside looking in at people like i was shut outside of their world by an invisible wall... an invisible wall separating the emotionless husk of myself and the vibrant beings of the world...

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.