People with no talent or vision or insight are revered because they look a certain way, or sing certain songs that appeal to mass stupidity. And even these people are just pawns in a master plan formulated by huge coporations to make money, capitalizing on the predictability of the idiot masses. Because they're smarter than you. And richer than you. And everything you want, or need, is wanted or needed because they tell you that you want it or need it. You are the masses. You are mass ignorance. You fuel the system. You put money in the pockets of tyrants. You are your own enemy. You are the sum total of everyone you've ever met and everything you've seen and heard. Nothing about you is original. Everything you've ever thought or felt has been thought or felt by a million other people that came a million years before you. There's nothing new. You can make something minutely better by standing on the shoulders of those who came before you, but ultimately, you can never invent anything. You are a repeat. You are a clone of a clone of a clone.

Do you think you have a vision? That you have a new idea? You're wrong. All you are is what others have made you. Find what you don't want. Seek out everything you're taught to reject and abhor and revel in it. Take a step in the wrong direction. Take two. Find out what it means to be different. Do you think that because your hair is pink, or that you have your ass pierced that you are special? DO you think that painting some meaningless picture on your back or arm or shoulder with a needle somehow elevates you?

Do you think you're enlightened?

You're wrong.

You simply are. Because someone, at some point decided that you would be. Alive. All you are is alive. Chances are that you will live a mundane life, without invention, or incident, aside from the trivial nuances of everyday, and you will think that you are special. You will think that you will do things differently than everybody else and that someone will remember you.

But they won't.

Even the most revolutionary of heroes is eventually forgetten. If there isn't a movie or a TV show about it, it might as well never have occurred. What's the difference?

There is none. Difference that is. Can one person change the world?

Nope.

Oh, sure, you might be able to make some minor modification to the current state of the world, but in the totality of things, you won't matter. People will always be the same, if not worse. Pessimistic you say? Cynical? I say realistic. The sun will burn to coal, and the planets and stars will fade to black, and your measly existence will not matter. In comparison to the all encompassing totality of the universe, you are a spec of dust. An annoyance. An afterthought.

So what's the point? What's the underlying meaning of everyting.

Well of course, its a loaded question. Give up? Us? Nah. We'll keep going. Trying to make money. Trying to be better than that guy. Trying to one up everybody.

Because he with the most stuff is king. Everyone wants it. Few get any. My advice? Forget it. Forget it all. Look at yourself, and be honest. What are you?

Are you your job? The clothes you wear? Are you who you're with? What defines you? What do you want? And why do you want it? Do you want it because that guy doesn't have it? Do you want it, because you think it will make her like you? What's your deal?

Everybody wants acceptance. Everyone is the same. Everyone is out for them. You can't escape. Or can you? Find everything you hate, everything you're afraid of being, and become that. Take a chance. What would make you happy? Do the opposite. Do the most drastic thing you can think of to ruin everything. Be brave.

Find what you fear most and go live there.

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