Pilgrimage
Jesus Christ! I'm an Atheist?!
Anyway, so this is Micolus reprting from the turbulent turmoil of the summer break. We all know how that goes, eh? Drifting from one place to another, without cause or direction, seeking thrills and fun, returning dissapointed and worn out. Hah, I come off like I'm some sort of vagabond traveling from one forsaken town to another.
In my own sense, I am, though. Everyone have different ways of making time go faster. Different ways of pushing time forward and leaping towards death. But in the end, everything we do, is essentially done to somehow make us cease our awareness of time and space.
TV-trance.
The choice is simple: Be too stupid to know what happiness is, or be aware of it but never experience it.
Yes yes it's an old concept, but it doesn't hurt to think about it sometimes.
We are wired not to kill ourselves, though. We are programmed to hope, to dream, to envision the future positively.
When am I going to take the time to write about "The Derivative of Life"
Oh, there's so much strength in this world to muster.
I'm off to a pilgrimage now. A voyage to the distant land of Marieton.
Adieu, my fellow humans.
Adieu, my fellow tortured spirits.
Let us show those daemons! Let us Rebel!
Adieu
Anyway, so this is Micolus reprting from the turbulent turmoil of the summer break. We all know how that goes, eh? Drifting from one place to another, without cause or direction, seeking thrills and fun, returning dissapointed and worn out. Hah, I come off like I'm some sort of vagabond traveling from one forsaken town to another.
In my own sense, I am, though. Everyone have different ways of making time go faster. Different ways of pushing time forward and leaping towards death. But in the end, everything we do, is essentially done to somehow make us cease our awareness of time and space.
TV-trance.
The choice is simple: Be too stupid to know what happiness is, or be aware of it but never experience it.
Yes yes it's an old concept, but it doesn't hurt to think about it sometimes.
We are wired not to kill ourselves, though. We are programmed to hope, to dream, to envision the future positively.
When am I going to take the time to write about "The Derivative of Life"
Oh, there's so much strength in this world to muster.
I'm off to a pilgrimage now. A voyage to the distant land of Marieton.
Adieu, my fellow humans.
Adieu, my fellow tortured spirits.
Let us show those daemons! Let us Rebel!
Adieu
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