Ben@TheBreadmonkey@beige.party
@cainaru@mastodon.social
Everything is going to be OK. None of this is real. Commerce, dieting, celebrities, Amazon, the concept of good and evil. There is only energy and entropy. Nothing we do has any more or less value than the gentle bee or a blade of grass in the morning sunlight. All of the world's of love and pain and hope and horror exist only in our own perceptions, one day to be swept away into oblivion. The very best human being holds no more value to the infinite void than the very worst. Our atrocities are our own. All victories, pyrrhic. Take comfort in the fact that we don't matter. We are matter. All one as we shift in and out of one molecular state to another. I eat the bread. I am the bread. As I was once a field of wheat and also the scuttering mouse. From nothingness we emerged, and to nothingness we shall return. And that, is why I don't think I should have to pay these parking fines, Your Honour.
https://beige.party/@TheBreadmonkey/113064420274677269
Natalie@cainaru@mastodon.social
@TheBreadmonkey@beige.party I, for one, eagerly welcome the inevitable heat death of the universe. Are we almost there yet? Iām too impatient.
(Fun fact about me: when I was in second grade, I learned about the inevitable heat death of the universe from a Scientific American magazine and got in trouble in school for telling everyone about it. I just thought it was neat!)