The Fifth Science

by Exurb1a

I wonder, if we all divorced ourselves in two, what would be the result? One half the observer, one half the doer. I doubt we'd be impressed with what we found.

I fear that on my last day, on my deathbed, that is when the meaning of things will enter the room and kiss my forehead and whisper into my ear what it was I should have done with my life, and how I should've conducted myself. Hell isn't a fire pit but a museum of regrets.

am sure you are already aware, but mInds do not end themselves. They just don’t. Suicide is not a choice, but rather a consequence of having no choices left.

“We all go down roads we don't intend. Those are the best journeys.

Why is there never an objective? And now I think about it, if there were, what would it even be? The answer is perhaps the same for us here at the end of history as it was for our ancestors millions of years ago at the beginning: to live well, to live quietly, and to die without too much of a fuss. And if we are very, very lucky, to love properly at least once.

Sapiens made it to the heavens. The animals came too, hiding inside us.