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dazed and confused anthony

He doesn't know what's going on

he looks down on us. pitying our exsistence. We build things just to destroy them. Then we build them again. Out life is an endless cycle of death and rebirth. A purgatory with no redemption.  We never even had a chance to prove we were worth something. Sometimes I gaze into the stars and wonder if there is anything looking back. if the universe is truly infinite then there must be, right? but with an infinite universe there of course bring two options, are there infinite versions of us or other living beings, or are we infinitely alone? Some times I even hope that we are infinitely alone. I would never wish this sort of hell on anyone. living just to die. dying just to live. if when we die, we die forever and forget any of this ever happened, why am I living right now? wouldn't I just be forever dead without knowing it? Why is everything happen now, when I am also infinitely dead? Does this mean I am infinitely alive? Am I constantly in a state of dying and being reborn? Will I ever truly die? But also am I reborn as someone else, or just me. Or a stranger option of me, but where I would choose one thing, I now choose the other? Even I am just me forever, then "you only live once" is both true and untrue at the same time. I am living all the time an infinite number of times, but I relive the same life so really I'm only living once - an infinitely long one time, where in this one time everything I do is all the same. Was any of it my choice? Am I just a puppet for some higher up being? If so why? why am I me, this puppet, and why am I not them or some other person in the world. Are they also puppets? If so who is the grand puppet master? is there one? Is that also my in some strange way? But that also really makes you wonder about all the other people in the world? Do they truly have thoughts and feelings? Are they also infinitely living as themselves like me? Will I one day live as them in some reincarnation-y way? or am I god, controller of everything? If so, why didn't I make my life better, more interesting. Why just be me? Is this hell? Have I created hell for myself? Is it fun for me? Does it make me happy? Perhaps I am Sisyphus. After all, one must imagine sisphus happy.

Attractive anthony

he is attractive

i said there was nothing here. go back to the top now.