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Pain is the source of all matter. It is the force that holds the universe together, that will tear it apart, only to rebuild again. Throughout the ages, humanity asks over and over again “why are we here?” and then pretends as if the Void does not bellow the answer back every single time. We are here to hurt each other. Again, and again, and again, in perpetuity.
Death is peace, David. Peace is death. It may look ugly on the outside, but inside, it’s the only thing that calms us.
God is blind. Whether that blindness is the result of cowardice or shame, she cannot discern.
