You still think about yourself in terms of your place in the herd...like that honestly matters...it doesn't.
You are not at the bottom of the social fabric, you are not even in it, you just like me are an outsider, someone who lives outside the boundaries of the herd.
The only thing you should feel, if you still haven't turned into a "cold hard unfeeling marble statue", is this primordial anxiety/fear as the realization sets in, that the existence of your germline ends with you, that your life up until this point was nothing but pain and misery and disappointment after disappointment...and it will continue to be this way until your very last breath.
The realization that you will die alone, unloved, and completely robbed of life or any enjoyment that this brief existence could have offered you...and for what reason was this cosmic joke been inflicted onto you, was it to amuse the fictional gods, was it just an accident...?
The only thing that is certain in this life for us subhumans is that this existence is nothing but pain, suffering, and vanity. If suffering wasn't the intended chief goal of the existence, what a failure what or what a miss this whole ordeal has turned out to be.
You are not at the bottom of the social fabric, you are not even in it, you just like me are an outsider, someone who lives outside the boundaries of the herd.
The only thing you should feel, if you still haven't turned into a "cold hard unfeeling marble statue", is this primordial anxiety/fear as the realization sets in, that the existence of your germline ends with you, that your life up until this point was nothing but pain and misery and disappointment after disappointment...and it will continue to be this way until your very last breath.
The realization that you will die alone, unloved, and completely robbed of life or any enjoyment that this brief existence could have offered you...and for what reason was this cosmic joke been inflicted onto you, was it to amuse the fictional gods, was it just an accident...?
The only thing that is certain in this life for us subhumans is that this existence is nothing but pain, suffering, and vanity. If suffering wasn't the intended chief goal of the existence, what a failure what or what a miss this whole ordeal has turned out to be.
