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The horror... The existential angst... That which is simultaneously enormous and tiny, nowhere to go but into infinity and right back to where you started, only to find that you never actually started anywhere at all, that there is no such thing as "somewhere." No escape... not even in death - consumed by infinity, horrified by it we are forever seeking distraction through physical existence. Life, drama, conflict, war, drugs, entertainment, anything to keep the ego from dissolving into the churning sea of eternal impermanence, and thus revealing to us once again the insanity of the incomprehensible. I think I'm going to go throw up now.
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