Everyone is expendable, everyone is replaceable.

The only one whose existence is important is the ukhaan (the self, the one, the consciousness), and the only one to whom the ukhaan’s existence is important is the ukhaan.

A conscious entity is not and cannot be certain whether anything other than itself exists.

Yes, you can go about living your life just fine without thinking about this.

But if you do think about this, you cannot go about living your life just fine.

Paradox, anomy, horror: conscious existence can only be endured through willfully ignoring the only knowable characteristic of conscious existence.

Awareness of existence is disturbing.

To do anything requires the destruction of me.

The best stories I have encountered... are about meaninglessness, anomy, universal arbitrariness... and occasional human cruelty, human insanity in the face of that.

Full burn.

No, not sick; in poor health.

No, not in poor health; in a bad way.

“It is original. There is nothing else like it. I know. I have been searching my whole life.”

I don’t feel that I’m even writing for humans. Humans are too ensconced in the viscerality of their physical existences: humans are eating, defecating, copulating animals, and as such, might ever be lackadaisical in the contemplation of the nature of consciousness. But the future consciousnesses, existing in digital worlds, freed from the distractions and limitations of flesh-prisons, abstract and pure, might be given to exploring the fundamental questions of mind and existence. Maybe I’m writing for them.