Love is dead. God is dead. When there is no more love there is no God. A gradual decline into disorder. No meaning, just chaos. Random processes of cause and effect, action and reaction, until the end of time. An endless series of events looping to infinity.
Love is dead. Humanity is dead. All there’s left is simulation. The art of simulation, the curse of the living. Let us dance the dance of the dead and indulge in this massacre of the soul. Let us drink the pain and eat the sorrow. Let’s inhale fire and exhale ice.
What’s the point in resisting anyway?
“The universe will expand, then it will collapse back on itself, then will expand again.
It will repeat this process forever. What you don’t you know is that when the universe expands again, everything will be as it is now.
Whatever mistakes you make this time around, you will live through on your next pass. Every mistake you make, you will live through again, & again, forever.
So my advice to you is to get it right this time around. Because this time is all you have.”