Why think that you deserve sadness and hate? Too many people around, I need some time alone Small successes accumulate, but they mean nothing Tragic future events are very real possibilities Present experiences are blessing my senses But how much longer will they last for? Pride and confidence, my own micro-narrative Joy, the consequence of molecules in my brain Remembered by the gods, what intrusive presences An infinite void deleting questions from my mind Forgetting the bright side of things, for now A totalizing metanarrative removing all nuance These outer angels are my worst enemies Happiness should come from within Pan is my home, it's where I belong What a joy, being lost in Samsara Geocentrism is a valid point of reference The movement and speed of objects is relative Copernicus was never right! Let us believe In whatever metanarrative makes us happy "For humans alone among the animals there are no eternal horizons and perspectives" - [Friedrich Nietzsche]
