What if it's the other way around? What if keeping my mind occupied and distracted from these thoughts is the devil's workshop?
Is it possible there's no purpose in all of this? Am I suppose to just live, with no questions, that's it?
It's not a matter of intelligence, it's a matter of reality.
As far as I can tell, this could all be fake; the dinner I just had, the words I type for you to read, these thoughts I have. It could all be a trick of the mind.
We could all be a collective of entities floating in this universe, forever trapped in our own handmade reality.
It saddens me to the bone that I'll never be able to know.
I guess there isn't much to do. I'll just have to live my life and hope for an answer when my time comes.
Although still clueless, I thank you for your time.
What am I?
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What if it's the other way around? What if keeping my mind occupied and distracted from these thoughts is the devil's workshop?
Is it possible there's no purpose in all of this? Am I suppose to just live, with no questions, that's it?
It's not a matter of intelligence, it's a matter of reality.
As far as I can tell, this could all be fake; the dinner I just had, the words I type for you to read, these thoughts I have. It could all be a trick of the mind.
We could all be a collective of entities floating in this universe, forever trapped in our own handmade reality.
It saddens me to the bone that I'll never be able to know.
I guess there isn't much to do. I'll just have to live my life and hope for an answer when my time comes.
Although still clueless, I thank you for your time.