I've found that the more you question how the universe works and your value in the grand scheme of the eternal cosmos, the more likely you are to become depressed.
I'm not scared or sad about it I'm just like... if you were to explain the concept of life in the universe to something that's not from the universe we're in you would sound high asf
Or better yet: what if our dreams are actually different universes, and we access them by sleeping? There could be a reality where pokemon exist, there could be a reality where earth never existed, and an infinite amount more…
you're a colony of tiny organisms with a f**king hivemind that lives in interaction with other colonies on a ball of melting shifting rock orbiting a f**king ball of burning gas in a black hole
Do i actually exist like; Im made of weird blobs made of things made of particles made of even smaller particles made of weird semi-theoretical particles, and I'm on a rock that's orbiting a large burning orb that's hurling through a vacuum at an unfathomable speed, do you even know how insane that sounds? Yet it's true
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