I am Pavoriesse, the Fear
Science is not that great, it fails to help us attain our dreams because we are constrained to its mechanical laws and tells us we are predetermined zombies. So it is a literal failure because it does not truly teach us anything and renders us incapable of leading happy lives, this is because we we cannot by absurdity be capable of knowing reality and its immense complexity as mere single brained animals on a tiny rock in the middle of nowhere.
Further we are simply guessing at our explanations , which are vacuous and empty but are all we can possibly have, meaning our ideas of reality and their functioning parts can be downgraded to mere coincidences of a delusional mind the simply believes it knows anything about reality. Oh the travesty of mindless animals lost at sea.
Our discoveries lead to both great things , but also some of the most terrible things on the planet, damaging the habitat we live in and killing animals that have even less comprehension of this absurd situation, making us monsters too. Controlled by kings who don't know any better than the common man but who worse yet don't care, slowly leading us to our inevitable extinction and ultimate demise at the hand of our own invention.
Science, is just as bad or worse then religion because as the religious say, it sends you to hell. Telling us things that must be true by our logic which are not positive for our narrative that we must live by to have any hope of inventing anything, leading to a loss of faith in humanity and reality at large. The religious too, are in hell when they hear these words and the words of atheists, so none win but I.
In turn this builds tension between those who still refuse to give up on religion and those who do not , with both hypocritically name calling as they both preach peace on one side and even worse has come to lead to violence and full blown hate, helping nothing.
I am trapped between a truth so bleak and a blissful faith of lies, because faith is a delusion brought on by man incapable of dealing with an almost obvious truth that life is a tragedy, with neither side getting anything done because they are too distracted with winning over the other, when it is clear that some do not want to face the fact that life is horrifying.
Us the petty and clueless travelers of nothing, left with nothing but the knowledge that burns us , yet try and fail to change things because we are too busy arguing to agree on simple matters that truly mean our life or death at a global level. morals relative and based on opinion and perspective , we have no hope left except in simply being selfish which furthers the problem, because all thoughts are junk that spring from the mind.
Still, their is hope in this , because one who sees this doesn't have to live like that , instead they can artistically face the horror and tragedy of life with bravery, by simply accepting it and moving on, knowing we may never attain our dreams but saying that we at least tried to overcome the sorrow.
We can treat the lost and misguided with respect , by listening to them and their beliefs , but knowing that some are delusions, no they all are, with the sanity remaining simply in the understanding of this tragedy and our capacity to overcome it by adapting to the truth, treating people kindly in our circumstances. Acting out our dreams as best we can , with the best interests at making this as best as possible. Their may still be somethings left, but probably not.
Because a mindless universe does not guarantee success after all, because it could not have considered man in its inception, so we are left with a haphazard randomness , in a cold and barren land with little hope.
Still their is an outlet that has always worked in this , and that is art, for the artists must have long known the truth with their madness, creating things as best we could as mere false distractions, tragic but heroic in their emptiness
So we can go on with no answer and an end that was like its beginning, nothing. A great tragedy is still a beautiful story, littered with junk plots that mean nothing under the surface , which give us some bliss in the moments of awe , exploring our madness is key in this , because it spares us the torment of emptiness. We will march on to oblivion no matter , but that is beautiful in a way.
Until our race's inevitable demise at the hands of ignorance , because the people are broken and fearful in delusion and do not know the truth that may offer them some peace in this world, all because they fear this sort of thing is true and would rather deny it so much it justifies killing people. Instead they should simply face the truth , because its there.
Life is simply tragic, but it is still beautiful, but meaningless. It serves no purpose and is empty, with no true ending and a thousand lies to go on. A journey with no consequence , but it is worth living for the little things in life that make it better, the bought of manic bliss in the nothing, for we are nothing but monkeys with brain tumors.
Through the kindness taught by religion, we can at least be comfortable in this tragic mess and it is okay to believe in god even if he doesn't exist, as a defiant act against the oblivious nature, facing it too is good and both is presteen but difficult.
Still, the greatest trouble in all of this , is the divide between men who fear each other and their lies, constantly in battle over nothing, such tragedy is disappointment at best and horrifying at worse. Luckily in knowing this truth that i tell yee, you can move past this mess by not desiring the horror or sorrow and moving past it into better behavior and kindness.
The beauty lies in its nothingness, and our capacity to know and live with it and not let it bother us, living out our lives with joy, creating and helping each other in our predetermined world of nothing, through out our lives helping the weak and poor , sorrowful and afraid and encouraging them to be brave and go on as tragic and lonely animals lost in a sea of faces.
But no one will change their ways, even if some do, so it is probably impossible to change this place, yet those who change clash with those who don't and this is also tragedy, which is why of all things love is the most important thing in this , even if many do not love , at least you did. Perhaps one day man will come to know this tragic truth and its sorrow and become better people through understanding.
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