Been looking for myself for so very long… so very, very long. I haven't found anything of real value, by that I mean no value other than what I myself have placed upon it.
Weightless intensities of spirit and faith and dogma lead me to believe nothing.
If God is dead who's ass rests upon the throne? Who holds the reins of this wild thing eternity? Never did I believe in the throne, let alone the ass, not even when I paid lip service to the kings of heaven. My god hole has always been sadly empty, an abyss one might say.
At a young age, not knowing anything let alone anyone, I leapt into this hole. Have yet to find bottom. Have yet to find meaning. Only emptiness supports my weighty thoughts, the fragile shell of reality long shattered by my fumbling, falling.
Looking outside for wisdom or knowledge to fill the vast pit of my soul did nothing but point me further down, deeper. Chapel Perilous awaits below to crush this great emptiness into some promised gold. Forever and never my heart swells with anticipation, I fear not what awaits, I will survive. In some form or another.
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