In this world,there’s no place for those who i don’t want in my life.
In this world,all that exists is what i want to see.
This world is the result of trying to escape the depressing reality.
Others can’t understand that,they claim that we live in a beautiful world and they are free.None are more hopelessly enslaved than those who falsely believe they are free.They live in a fake reality that is given to them by some…I can understand the way they think,because once..i was one of them….
We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones.Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Sahara. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively outnumbers the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here. We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state, from which the vast majority have never stirred.
