Darkover
Archangel
- Jul 29, 2021
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There is no God
No God means there is no Heaven
No Heaven means there is No Hell
No Hell means it doesn't matter what we do
Meaning that what we do, is all that matters
A Rigged Loser Game: The Fundamental Cruelty of Existence
Life, at its core, is a rigged loser game. It begins without consent, unfolds without certainty, and ends without exception. From the very first breath to the final one, everything gained will eventually be lost. This is not some tragic accident or avoidable misfortune — it is the structure of the game itself. A game no one asked to play, and no one can ultimately win.
People speak of life as a gift. But what kind of gift comes with the guarantee of suffering, deterioration, and total erasure? We are born into bodies that need constant maintenance, surrounded by needs that must be met through endless labor and competition. Even when those needs are temporarily fulfilled — when we feel love, success, happiness, or comfort — we do so under the shadow of their impermanence. Every high is rented. Every comfort decays. Every joy is stalked by the certainty of its own ending.
The fundamental problem with life is foundational. It's not just that bad things happen — it's that the entire structure of reality is built on loss. Inside this universe, everything breaks down. Everything ends. From the smallest particle to the largest galaxy, nothing is spared from the relentless march of entropy. Time does not heal all wounds; it opens new ones and ensures that all things, even the best of them, eventually fade.
We cling to meaning, but meaning is eroded. We build, but what we build decays. We love, but all that we love will either leave us or be left behind. These aren't rare tragedies. These are the rules. We don't lose because we played poorly. We lose because the game was never designed to be won.
Even the idea of legacy — that we might live on through our impact or memory — is just another illusion. The universe does not remember. The Earth forgets. Time will wipe everything clean. One day, the sun will die, the Earth will vanish, and every thought you've ever had will dissolve into silence. Even the atoms that once made your body will be scattered and rearranged, stripped of the identity you once called "you."
And perhaps the cruelest part of all is that we are aware. Conscious. Capable of imagining permanence, wholeness, and safety — yet doomed to live in a reality where those things do not and cannot exist. We can see the tragedy clearly, but we are powerless to escape it. Awareness, instead of liberating us, becomes another layer of torment: we suffer, and we know we suffer.
We are born without consent, forced to play, and punished by the rules. What kind of system is that?
Life is unwinnable, not because we are flawed, but because the structure itself is. The universe hands you everything with one hand and takes it back with the other. No matter how hard you try, how much you love, how well you live — in the end, you lose.
And the silence that follows will not care.
No God means there is no Heaven
No Heaven means there is No Hell
No Hell means it doesn't matter what we do
Meaning that what we do, is all that matters
A Rigged Loser Game: The Fundamental Cruelty of Existence
Life, at its core, is a rigged loser game. It begins without consent, unfolds without certainty, and ends without exception. From the very first breath to the final one, everything gained will eventually be lost. This is not some tragic accident or avoidable misfortune — it is the structure of the game itself. A game no one asked to play, and no one can ultimately win.
People speak of life as a gift. But what kind of gift comes with the guarantee of suffering, deterioration, and total erasure? We are born into bodies that need constant maintenance, surrounded by needs that must be met through endless labor and competition. Even when those needs are temporarily fulfilled — when we feel love, success, happiness, or comfort — we do so under the shadow of their impermanence. Every high is rented. Every comfort decays. Every joy is stalked by the certainty of its own ending.
The fundamental problem with life is foundational. It's not just that bad things happen — it's that the entire structure of reality is built on loss. Inside this universe, everything breaks down. Everything ends. From the smallest particle to the largest galaxy, nothing is spared from the relentless march of entropy. Time does not heal all wounds; it opens new ones and ensures that all things, even the best of them, eventually fade.
We cling to meaning, but meaning is eroded. We build, but what we build decays. We love, but all that we love will either leave us or be left behind. These aren't rare tragedies. These are the rules. We don't lose because we played poorly. We lose because the game was never designed to be won.
Even the idea of legacy — that we might live on through our impact or memory — is just another illusion. The universe does not remember. The Earth forgets. Time will wipe everything clean. One day, the sun will die, the Earth will vanish, and every thought you've ever had will dissolve into silence. Even the atoms that once made your body will be scattered and rearranged, stripped of the identity you once called "you."
And perhaps the cruelest part of all is that we are aware. Conscious. Capable of imagining permanence, wholeness, and safety — yet doomed to live in a reality where those things do not and cannot exist. We can see the tragedy clearly, but we are powerless to escape it. Awareness, instead of liberating us, becomes another layer of torment: we suffer, and we know we suffer.
We are born without consent, forced to play, and punished by the rules. What kind of system is that?
Life is unwinnable, not because we are flawed, but because the structure itself is. The universe hands you everything with one hand and takes it back with the other. No matter how hard you try, how much you love, how well you live — in the end, you lose.
And the silence that follows will not care.
