philosophy is only useful for hypothesis generation. ive proved that im no good at actual working model construction. philosophy and neuro-linguistics could hypothetically solve social problems if applied correctly, but i have neither the drive nor the tolerance of all the pure shittiness of humanity.
i could solve my problems and leave my worries behind, but instead i find the prospect of ending my life is much more satisfying. i live in constant sorrow and enlightenment is bullshit. perhaps linguistics have molded me to be a dissatisfied person, perhaps i just make all the wrong moves at all times.
more and more i feel like the emptiness will never go away. i feel lifeless and my memory is degrading. soon i will be mindless and have no individuality whatsoever. once i can no longer identify with myself im fairly certain theres a bullet with my name on it, and i will find it.
im just going through the motions and theres nothing for me here. emptiness, nothing, in the pit of my so called soul, a collection of electricity and chemical juices thrown together in a fat insulated bag of waste.
life's only point is to self propagate and survive. happiness is fleeting and elusive. harmony and beauty and significance are all illusions. they're all illusions. life is a fucking hologram. you're stuck in a pointless videogame whose sole intention is to torture you for pitiful gains and meager self sustained reasons of existence.
violence is the only solution to anything. tumultuous, world transforming violence. peace resolves nothing, because peace is faulty. the only means by which to transform the world into anything worthwhile is to go against the wishes of millions or billions of entrenched sycophantic lemmings.
synchronicity is satisfying for a short while but it gives way to an emptiness and nothingness which is far more effective at maintaining its status quo. symmetry is only a means by which to delay the inevitable return to nothingness. nothing is not afraid of nothing. nothing knows itself. nothing is alive and would sooner return to a pure state of mindless oblivion, aka nirvana. a lack of ambition will fail humanity, and life as a whole.
i am living in this lack of ambition. all plans go to waste. nothing is certain. inner tranquility is futile and egocentric.
violence, violence, violence.