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Everything is pain and everyone knows it. And artists go around finding original ways to convey the same message over and over again. Sometimes they pretend it's all pretty. But the world isn't pretty, was never pretty. Not really. Isn't there anything else to humanity? We're all run out? Or is this the question to ponder forevermore? As it's been foreverpast?

It's not the answers, I think. It's the questions without answers. We find an answer and produce more questions because we're never satisfied with the universe. No matter how big or small. So why can't we just shut up and live? Unfortunately, humans surprise themselves somteimes and prove to have somewhat of a mind by thinking too much.

I don't know. Nothing else seems to care why. Just that. It makes us neither weaker nor stronger, just pointless.

Perhaps I am an existentialist. Would I choose to do it all over again if given the chance? No. I don't think so. Not all over. I'd choose to keep going. To learn more, to discover more. To ask more questions. So I can know more and therefore less. So I can grasp more of how insignificant I am to the universe, how my life means nothing to it all, and therefore, makes it that much more worthwhile because it's only for myself.

So, for ego. That's what it's all about. We live and die for our selfish egos, preaching equality and righteousness, pretending to reach out for it. "For the good of Humanity." We'll never get there. We don't want to. And how could we? To each his own.