Submerge at your own peril.

An anti-natalist is supposedly someone who has abandoned or never harbored in the first place- the desire of passing on their genes. Not necessarily a dislike for children but perhaps a distaste for the cycle of reproduction. Morality which is apparently responsible for telling us the right from wrong, is prevalent, artificial yet inherent. In the large scale chaos of the universe, there can be no life without morality and compassion- at least not for long. It is also one of those things that you really shouldn't observe closely as it slowly starts to lose its sense. After all, it makes none in the grander scheme of things.  So it was to happen that the laws of nature would allow a remote and tiny planet shooting along in the rough winds of the cosmos to one day give birth to what we call life. Life is hope and all the good stuff but more than all that and because of specifically there being no intelligent designer, it is about death and decay.  Things don't die in the cosmos....

The most significant question of all, if there can be such a thing, is generally a title held in reserve for the question on the origin of the universe. I've come to believe that it is probably the second most significant question in the cosmos, right after on the 'meaning' of life. Make no mistake, any attempt to chase after such quests in my sight is nothing short of a fool’s errand. The inception of the question must have occurred many years ago in my mind, back when I was too young to understand where my life would lead me but old enough to realize that it would certainly be nowhere pleasant. It's difficult to explain when or how a child comes to realize how weak his family might be. In my case, it was a most profound idea. But the first in a series of crucial disabuses say that life had in its arsenal, stored, to unleash with time in precise proportions upon me. I saw soon when I grew up that those that boasted about the definition of morality had no clue at...

You've probably heard this many times that every plant and animal on this planet are related. If you remember the reason, it's that we are all built up of the same stuff. 'Stuff' that we are built out of. Cells. We're all different forms of life that are all somehow related to one another. Built up of the same fundamental living blocks called cells. From the skin tissue that protects your other organs from physical threats to the irreplaceable neurons inside your slimy brain affixed inside your head in perpetual darkness, are made up of cells. How many cells exist inside us? About 37.2 Trillion Cells. However that only accounts to about one-fourth of our total biomass. What about the rest? So if you imagined yourself built up of these many blocks of cells, you were way off. This only accounts for a portion. The rest it turns out, are not even human. Countless types of Microorganisms live inside us that outnumber the human parts three to one. There are Bacteria, ...

Let yourself go. But also imagine doing it... Imagine exiting yourself to examine the same self from a short distance. You would note that you see yourself but hear nothing. There are visuals of course in your imagination but no sound otherwise. Now, stay here for a while. With yourself. You might soon miss this person who knows. This mindlessly obsessed individual before you has rarely accomplished anything worthwhile in his life so far, at least. On the contrary, the evidence suggests that he probably never will; anything remarkable anyway. A few more off springs is barely something that our world can appreciate right now. And with those genes; he's fortunate that the fold of events even transpired him. What is he doing here? Wherever it is that you have found him. In his office; or bed; or somewhere strange, in the darkness? He does look calm and still. He hasn't thought this long for a while. Not that it's going to do him any good, not by any stretch of the imaginatio...

The most significant event that can ever occur occurred technically back when you didn't have a time to begin with. Those that tell you to hurry up and not waste your life waste their own like they've been at it for thousands of years. What's all the rush about? What is so incomprehensible about a time constrained activity? That's all a life is in the end; an activity that began at a certain universal point in time, if there can be one, and ended on the same timescale at a different point. You can't tell about the end yet unfortunately since you are wired and embedded with the same means into the very same fabric of space-time. Now please save all the extra-normal claims about the meaninglessness of a nihilistic view of life. Because that's not what I am selling today. I don't necessarily even agree with the hollow and sad atmosphere that enveloped the 'Nihilist' view long before there even was such a thing. It's almost as if our phobia of r...

He knew what he had to do. Never ask questions. That had always been his job. To do as told. He lay in his car waiting outside the interest’s house. He waited inside the cold warmth of his car drenched in the scent of coffee from the freshner. The man inside the house had no clue that death awaited  patiently outside, waiting for the right time. After eagerly waiting for what seemed like an eternity, he checked his watch. He rubbed his palm over his razor edged 5’o clock on the neck and face, checked his gun and took a deep breath. “One more time.” He said to himself. He left his car unlocked and slowly walked towards the door. He stood outside the door for a while, like he almost heard something. A strange feeling. It was as if he had been here before. But that is not possible. What is happening? He felt so strangely good. He circled around slowly to the side that he had chosen to get in from when he had strolled past the same house today. Did he smoke something wron...