>Women like you
That's a man with tits anon.
>then where am I nigger?
You are hidden behind 7 proxies.
You naughty, naughty trap poster you.
To observe.
You are consciousness experiencing itself through an individual entity called a 'human'
Eventually we return to the source.
You can believe in something greater than yourself, without being part of anything anon.
The world is without order.
>All around is burning
Your mind tries to 'order' it.
Consciousness is like a computer program.
'They' fuck with it. Mockingbird, ultra, monarch, you know the drill
You have to not let their programming in.
Nobody here is 'saving the world'
>To what end?
To what end what anon?
The whole thing?
I am not master of the universe.
Not even the master of my own world at times
Or myself.
I have no answer for the 'purpose' of it all.
Only the creator. if such a thing exists, would know such a thing.
>still feel like something big is missing from my reality
Have you tried reading philosophy anon?
It can help give a 'purpose' or 'meaning' when it is difficult to find.
Even miserable existentialist cunts like Camus can find hope in the 'meaninglessness' of life.
I said I dont know what the purpose is, because that's the truth.
If you want my opinion, it's this:
Imagine a vast ocean as far as the eye can see.
That is all that was, all will be, and all that will ever come.
It is the 'stuff' that creates everything.
The ocean is the source.
(You) are a wave on that ocean, you have form and shape, you can be identified as a 'wave'
When the wave hits the shoreline, it breaks, loses form, and returns to the source.
It will become a different wave.
Or maybe a Tsunami?
Isn't this enough?
The cyclic nature of all things.
It is perfection.