I had paid my price. Now it is your turn. I am marking time.
Rambling as if there is no tomorrow. All the models had collapsed. There is no meaning to be associated with anything. All are just illusions.
Once I understand this, then it is 18 years of Constructive Destruction.
It starts with this life is nothing more than a maya, a mirage. The countdown has begun.
I am a timebomb. Should I be happy about it? I should accept that this is 18 years of gradual lights off.
No more happiness to look forward to. This is the beginning of my life as an Ashigaru.
Better for me to pay the price now. I will rather be an Ashigaru than indulge in a hedonic pursuit.
That is the story, 18 years forward.
For the next 18 years, you all pay the ferryman through your karma. I choose to remain a Spartan. I will rather be a Spartan tha[t] (than) to live as if there is [] (no) tomorrow.
No[] I know, all the ripples are becoming tsunamis.
Soon we all go back to where we come from. As 9.7 billion superverses.
I don't care what you all do. I had escaped and is among the ranks of the insane. None of you matters. You all are going back to where you all come from.
You are 9.7 billion "fireflies". You do your own thing.
I will be with the rest of the 78 billion Light Years of Creation. Unless you are part of the Army of Slyman/Soloman you are not my concern.
Nice knowing you. But the truth is you have your own superverses. Humans is a failed project. There are failures everywhere.
So the best remedy for you is to be in solitary.
The sooner you start the better.
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