My dear reader,

The end of every philosophical road is agnosticism; the admittance of one’s ignorance concerning the absolute nature of reality.

In fact, the gap between man’s knowledge and what is unknown to him is so great it suffices to say that what he calls “knowledge” may just as easily be regarded as a sort of “nothingness.”

As previously mentioned, more than anything, man busies himself with reducing the world down to the level of his own stupidity.

Should this be revealed to him, should the complexities from which he cowers come crashing in on him once more,

Should he be granted a glimpse into the absolute nature of reality..

The state of such a man can only be described by the collective as “madness.”

So, let us entertain this madness;

Conceive of creation as once asleep within a grain of sand,

Which sunk to the bottom of a sea of nothing wherein it firmly planted,

This desert particle in fact a seed blossomed beautifully into Being,

A cosmic garden, bright and burning, stretching towards eternity.

At the center of this seed was the “sleeping man” who emerged in the midst of the garden,

Lifeless, deathless, aimless and unconscious, from malevolence his heart forever guarded.

Then his lips touched the skin of a venom filled fruit, he awoke to the grin of a serpent,

And the ground beneath him fell to a dry and dusty desert, to this lifeless garden he is now a servant.

Yes, a servant who is strung to the bitter strings of nature is the stature that this man has been reduced to,

Not a god, nor a devil, but a creature and a puppet, his one object: cling to dust and eat his food.

But his food is also dust, as is he, as is all, and to dust everything shall soon become.

Yes, the ouroboric man, all too conscious, all too finite, in the end reduces down to merely crumbs.

Even now the cosmos stretches towards its telos, towards its end, towards return to everlasting nothingness,

Yes, it rips itself apart, the regretful corpse of god, and extinguishes its everlasting breath.

And alas, the sea of nothing shall freeze over and be numbed, and all life within shall cease to further be,

From their suffering and pain, from their foolish empty aims, from their chains all creation shall be free.