HAL 9000
Heading toward Jupiter
- Aug 3, 2023
- 56
Hello everyone, I will attempt to keep this as brief and succinct as possible in order to avoid tedium and frustration. My appreciation and abhorrence of Life transcends words or feelings. Ever since I was eleven I have felt something tugging at me. This feeling has evolved into an almost piercing sensation in my skull. The rest of my body follows suit and I know with certainty that every atom and molecule I'm composed of yearns to return home. I no longer want to breathe or feel the wind on my face. Death is all encompassing, fair and beautiful. The ultimate end of evolution is self-destruction. Death itself.
This truth is evident, but I'm still undecided as to the optimal time in which to ctb. So many things that have yet to be done...though this compulsion could easily be my Ego attempting to keep me shackled to this small spec of "reality". I mean, is there ever an optimal time in which to coalesce with something that is beyond the infinite?
EDIT: Spelling mistake
This truth is evident, but I'm still undecided as to the optimal time in which to ctb. So many things that have yet to be done...though this compulsion could easily be my Ego attempting to keep me shackled to this small spec of "reality". I mean, is there ever an optimal time in which to coalesce with something that is beyond the infinite?
EDIT: Spelling mistake
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