You aren’t special.
You could die any minute from now.
Meteor strike, heart attack, you name it.
Rest assured that your life will eventually come to an end.
I know that concept doesn’t sit well with you.
You think there’s inherent meanings in things.
That life has some ultimate destination.
You’re CULTurally deluded.
You were not the same person you were 7 years ago.
Your memories are all you have.
All the pleasure you’ve ever experienced was a negation of discomforts.
You are aware of roughly 50,000 interactions that you’ve had in your lifetime.
75% on average of which are built out of negative experiences.
Which equates to post-traumatic stress disorder.
Everything that happened in your life is just a story.
There is no past.
There is no future.
Just the ever-present now.
Everything is constantly changing.
Nothing is permanent
There is no afterlife.
There is no god.
There is no utopia.
And you’ve already lost.
No matter how big you brain is,
You can try dressing the pig up.
Strap some wings on it.
Give it a coat of lipstick.
But it still won’t fly.
Or be fuckable.
Because the reality is.
Throughout the history of this planet, only a small percentage of life has been doing this contemplating the universe thing, and having high-minded conversations about how beautiful life is and how wonderful their experiences have been. But life isn’t anything like this, it’s a replicating DNA molecule that has been reproducing and consuming itself for approximately 4 billion years.
Does it have a purpose? No, it was just an accident of biology, which perpetuated all these different manifestations of life.
And what are we? We are simply puppets animated by the non-benign chemistry that has been pulling our strings for hundreds of thousands of years.
You think you have a self, a solitary unity self with a fixed identity? Well, sorry to break it to you, but you don’t. Your subjective experiences are just the end result of electrochemical activity in your brain.
Our species has become so deluded from reality that we can’t even see the only thing which is meaningful - sentience - that which we take for granted. None of this material has any real value, it’s all just perceptual, the value is inside ourselves. The conscious welfare of all sentient beings is what matters.
We still create sentient beings that are capable of experiencing pain and suffering for our own edification. We haven’t demonstrated any capacity to solve this hate problem, we think we can somehow take control of nature when we are the very part of the problem we seek to solve.
We will not be able to control the technology that we are currently busy designing and experimenting with. We hope that this will lead humanity to inevitable moral progress. It won’t.
You can continue to fill your head with daydreaming and nonsensical wishful, hopeful thinking and talk about how beautiful and joyous your DNA ride is, or you can recognise that it isn’t a ride at all, just a stupid molecule creating biological experiments.
Ask yourself this question - Which would I prefer?
Meaningless and amoral universe with a cycle of unnecessary pain, suffering and death inflicted on the present generation by the generation preceding it due to insane and deluded animals mistakenly believing that they are bestowing something precious - sentience - that needs to be perpetuated at any costs.
Meaningless and amoral universe with no unecessary pain, suffering and death inflicted on future generations by the present generation.
Pretty tough decision to make isn’t it?