The real world hurts. Sure, there are nice aspects of it and if you find someone to navigate it with you, then it hurts far less. But going through life alone is hard, especially so when you’re unable to communicate with those around you
I have this cute cope strategy since traumatized childhood that makes me a literal God and transcended being in my head.
But hey at least I can think and meditate how to help others to be as cool as me or about grand and intoxicating ideas of how the vast the universe is and how meaningless we are and our squabbles, morality, culture while others can’t fathom it. It’s so infinitely insignificant
I guess we’re connected to the same transcended hive mind
Not even that complicated… Just from a humanist perspective we are a hive mind. It may not seem like it from our individual perspectives and conflicts, but our conflict of ideas is the thinking process of humanity as a collective, and we do collectively accomplish many great things.
Me too. Me too…
