There is something strangely comforting in the realization that permanence may never have been the point. We spend so much effort trying to hold everything in place, to preserve every trace, every photograph, every word, every fragment of experience, as though existence itself might be made durable through sufficient storage. But perhaps what matters most was never meant to remain intact. Perhaps it was only meant to pass through us.
Tag: legacy
The inane hypocrisy of “university educated” morons, pretending they care about environmental causes when it’s simply about seeking attention for their miserable, empty, pathetic, meaningless small lives. When you’re raised by the indoctrinated Woke and the AI-driven, faction-oriented internet, you’re a captured, mindless, and emotionally stunted child for life. Blame the parents? Maybe. Blame the government? Certainly. Blame the institution of education. Absolutely. They’ve lost their way completely and operate by someone’s deliberate design to consistently corrupt and destroy the hearts and minds of every generation.
What the hell does it matter if you die penniless? You can keep nothing from your brief time in this world except the essence of your experiences, life lessons, and the love you cultivated, explored, gave, received, and remembered along the way.
We read a thousand books to glean a thousand morsels with which to discern, devise, design, and, in practice, implement our own life philosophy.
If we choose to write, said philosophy emerges directly…
All plays have a script, a cast, director, a stage, props, rehearsals, and ultimately, the show’s run. The ongoing plandemic of 2020 is part of a broadly orchestrated, long-term, well-funded play, covering many aspects of society as we know it. Many may still believe it to be a story about a virus — a novel, mutating contagion infecting, hospitalizing, and killing countless millions all over the world. Nothing could be further from the truth.