I Feel Like Strangling A Kitten Tonight

I'm going to burn this world down. I'll build a new world, a much more tolerable one. There will be no imbeciles or greedy self-destructive monsters in this world. I'll kill them all. I'll show this society fear and violence. I'll show them through silence. There will be no noise, no bright lights to hide it any longer. They will only have the wind carrying the ashes of their ancestors around them. They'll sprinkle it all on ice cream and cars that take them to the moon. They'll dance all over the graves of slaves that died to give them the land that they build clubs on. Still everybody's waiting for a punchline. One great punchline that will tell them all they need to not care about.

God farted and made this world. And man, man is made from the dust of his belching. People argue existentialism and metaphysics while the world cares less about why we are here and more about how they want to eat next week, or have their children not end up as serfs like them, or not die in the civil war raging outside their homes. The punchline for me is that everything is not our fault.

No it is not the fault of some great deity, some great eye-ball designer in the sky, but simply it is the fault of no one. Nothing has free will. It does not exist, it cannot exist. We are born and we are given a destiny by sheer chance. We have a gender, a form, a drive, a genetic history that compels us as humans to fuck, to kill, to sleep, to eat, to sit, to do what we do and will do.

Then we are given to others. They teach us things, tell us things without ever stating them directly. We begin to form a committee of memories in our mind and these things decide what course of action we take. Free will is a fairy tale invented for children to account for altruism. It gives people an incentive to be good and to be punished and hated for being bad. We are all victims in the world. Never forget that. Never.