Core

fuck you

* bitch
* dumbass
* ***stupid***

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###### How many times have I fucked your mom:

**Nine duodecillion, four hundred thirty-two undecillion, eight hundred fifty-eight decillion, four hundred thirty-nine nonillion, two hundred eighty-six octillion, four hundred ninety-three septillion, two hundred eighty-six sextillion, five hundred forty-three quintillion, two hundred forty-three quadrillion, two hundred sixty-five trillion, four hundred thirty-six billion, five hundred forty-three million, seven hundred sixty-eight thousand, nine hundred and eighty** times.

Only the unknown awaits the ones what death that befell both the innocent, guilty, unjustified, inspirational, and all of the above. No mortal may comprehend the physical existence of death, as no mortal may even begin to understand what foretold existence may be true after death. An inevitable conclusion to an endless cycle of life's reproduction and continuation, driven by lust, compassion, and instinct. Creation. Destruction. Creation. Destruction. Some may question, but not all, why humanity continues such a frail and futile cycle. To continue the human race simply for their own desires? to continue simply for their own amusement? To continue simply for... perhaps, just because. Death is the impending doom that none should fear, running the logical course of humanity running along life without total fear of death's constant knocks upon the door, taking one by one without failure. An unstoppable force that's not even a force at all, simply the process of life.

And as so the planet's limited life-span may come into question, predictions of Earth becoming nothing but a desolate field of grass, sand, or water, only soon to be consumed by either the blazing lights of the Sun, or the cold darkness of space. An inevitable conclusion to the meaning of Humanity, the meaning of Life and Death, the meaning of Existence. Like a dandelion in an empty field, one whisk of wind, one unknown force from the depths of beyond the planet's atmosphere, may be all it takes to spread such seeds, debris and rubble of a whole planet, into the unknown. Only, we'll go nowhere.

And we'll never go anywhere. The human race in eternal conflict with itself for thousands of years. Opinion drives agreement and disagreement, free will drives conflict. Emotions, personal beliefs, opinions, based all on the mind's opinion on it's surroundings. Opinion drives everything, including creation and destruction. Opinion drives the desire to live, or the desire of death. The desire to reproduce, or the desire to end another's life. Discourse over the years escalating into battles, wars, until such bloody scenes had halted in the recent years, only followed by internal conflict, endless violence. Death striking as humanity consumes itself with it's hatred for itself, driven by opinionated forces of the many, rage, fury, vengeance, and the list goes on, but nothing new. The only new perception of life is the realization of such vile, uncontrollable, redundant acts inflicting death. And the realization that regardless of such conflict, all will fall to the enigmatic force, nonexistent in reality, death.

It is unknown whether or not one's soul or being will pass one to an afterlife after death. It is unknown whether or not one's soul will pass one. It is unknown whether or not one has a soul. It is unknown whether or not souls are reality. Souls derive themselves from religion, the word from when the word was created. But no religion is certain to be of reality. As souls are also incorporeal, this forces that none know what is beyond the doors cannot be opened from the other side. Or, rather, if there even is a door in the first place, if one were to bring the anatomy and biology of a human into play, billions of cells, alive and functioning as multiple organs and systems to form a human body. Consciousness brought into the living's realm formed by cells. What truly happens after death is only a fate that all will inevitably come to. Inexorable for humans, inescapable. As if it was either a punishment for living, or simply how creation has developed the cycle to automatically finish unless an unexpected event were to happen. Humans, however, are organic, and, under the belief that there are no souls, no knowledge on the afterlife, no knowledge if Heaven or Hell were a reality, or if limbo was a reality, there is no way to tell if one dies as a whole, or if one dies, only to slowly die again millions of times over in cells. One of the many possible truths to the end of the cycle, a truth that all humans, all organisms, all of life will see, all with and without a consciousness, all of intelligence and all the benighted.

You can be afraid, or you can chose not to. You can be glad, blissful, enraged, upset, depressed, or empty of emotion. There will be no difference in the end whichever emotion you'll leave the living with. Death can come unexpectedly, whether you expect it or not, so focus not on the thought of death, the open gates that await you. Focus on the thought of living, and survival, for now.