When you really think about it, life is actually more pointless and terrible than one can even imagine
Its actually worse than dog sh*t.
Life is terrible beyond words. It is a torturous abomination and the fact we can't escape easily is a devastating tragedy
Whoever created this world was probably a sadistic psycho, who wants to torture living beings for some sick experiment or out of anger. Well good job, but you had your fun, please end my life thanks
if you dig into art, music, films, etc, you will find a lot of references that this is some sort of a dream state for the one who created this shit hole, that is a sadist. You can go and fall apart yourself in your empire of dirt, but why drag anyone else with you? At least have a heart for the ones who didn't choose this?
P.S. here's a good reference song. The lyrics are clear as a day and the symbolism of the fallen state are evident. Notice his opinion of no consequence at all: "Just a dream" yet later on he mumbles about choosing his confessions every single hour. Talk about cognitive dissonance. Oh, yeah, there's tons more. Just ask and I will share.
P.S.#2: R.E.M = rapid eye movement, that is a sleep state. Now imagine how deep is his sleep that his world is a cruel hell full of perversion, violence, wars and ego. But just a dream, yeah. I wouldn't want to be him when waking up and being in disgrace and shame. I would off myself rather be him, for real.
Lyrics:
Oh life is bigger
It's bigger than you
And you are not me
The lengths that I will go to
The distance in your eyes
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spot-light
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
Every whisper, of every waking hour
I'm choosing my confessions
Trying to keep an eye on you
Like a hurt, lost and blinded fool, fool
Oh no I've said too much
I set it up
Consider this
Consider this the hint of the century
Consider this the slip
That brought me to my knees, failed
What if all these fantasies come
Flailing around
Now I've said too much
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
That was just a dream
That's me in the corner
That's me in the spot-light
Losing my religion
Trying to keep up with you
And I don't know if I can do it
Oh no I've said too much
I haven't said enough
I thought that I heard you laughing
I thought that I heard you sing
I think I thought I saw you try
But that was just a dream
Try, cry, fly, try
That was just a dream
Just a dream
Just a dream, dream