Wednesday, March 17, 2021

3150 : In 50 years...

From now, most of who are reading this, including me (who is writing this)....we shall all be gone. 

Without a trace. 

I cannot reconcile that. Just cannot.

And if that is indeed the end, then do I want to do so much mental gymnastics? Learn so many skills. Fall in love with poetry. Fall in love with writing, music, programming......

Should we instead do what the Zen folks do. Nothing.

In the end, it won't matter. This futility is debilitating. 

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