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Life is a dream, death is a fantasy. Consciousness is a static image projected by compounded chemical reactions whirring together in an orgy of fusion and dissipation. Every instant has already been, and is yet to come. You are nothing, and all things, simultaneously. Your mind and body are the vessels through which time flows as it observes itself with blissful ignorance to it's role as the intigator of all matter and energy. For the mind to look for a meaning of life is akin to the eye trying to see itself from within. You are God, just as You do not exist at all. What can you possibly be but a co-operative commune of cells? What can the cells be but a co-operative commune of atoms? No, the mind invents the universe, while forced into creative tyrrany by the forces that forged it's own existence. You will never die, just as you have never lived. You are just time, watching itself, thinking itself to be old, when really it hasn't even left the womb.
But all this shit can give you a headache. Who wants beer and pretzels?
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