life’s a joke, death is the punchline
Saturn loves dark humor for, at the end of it all, even the most immense, tragic sorrows and woes of this life will be revealed for the emptiness they contain
nothing matters, and not in a heavy and bleak sort of way. nothing matters because all matter is emptiness and all emptiness is matter — or, in other words, all form is emptiness and all emptiness is form
nothing matters for all matter is nothing — it is an arcade game, to be incarnate is to be within a vessel to participate in this great and beautiful game. life is a game. so many people take this as an invitation to live for the now, to throw caution to the wind and be taken by impulse. this isn’t an invitation to a life of hedonism, nor recklessness, nor a life characterized by noncommittal escapism or childishness
No, rather, if nothing matters, why not become the very best you can be? Why not? Wouldn’t that be… fun?
Tell me — if you’re playing a video game that you are rather invested in, don’t you usually want to level up as much as you can for the sheer fun of it, even if it requires hours of building rank and XP?
I suppose my contention with simulation theory, or nihilism, or any modern outlook that purports some essential lack of intrinsic meaning to reality itself is that rather than the cynical, bitter, heavy profile often found with those who hold such views, I think the emptiness could make way for joy — we may as fucking well live life to the fullest while we are here. If nothing matters, doesn’t that lend potency to your own mind? Rather than being at the mercy of some external, defined, clearly drawn boundary of what reality is… can’t we, then, choose?
Physicality is a blank canvas — this is the emptiness. Our own spirits are the palette and the brush. I say putting in effort is much more fun and rewarding than the alternative of not doing anything that you deem meaningful with your life.
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