I like you because you don't know who I am.

Until every child already in existence lives without suffering, there is no justification for creating another child.

Everything at four o'clock a.m. is eerily beautiful.

The laughter of others reminds me that death is approaching.

Every laugh is a laugh in the face of death. A laugh is a rebuff of death. A laugh is wholly irrational, as life in an expanding, freezing, and dying universe is.

Death -- obliteration -- comes regardless.

...like almost everything else humans do, it's pointless.

I seek what is unfindable.

Theological noncognitivism: 'god' is an incomprehensible idea. How can something exist outside of the natural world, unmeasureable, unknowable, unperceivable, yet have an effect upon the natural world? It is incoherent. Yet there is something that exists with certainty outside of the natural world and has an effect upon the natural world: thought. So now the idea of 'god' is thinkable. And because all of the universe is created by the consciousness and exists only as thought, we have in fact found 'god the creator.' It is the ukhaan; it is I.

Choosing to not act is as worthy as choosing to act; choosing to cease is as worthy as choosing to live.

"The ineluctable destiny of each of us is to be forgotten."

Existence itself -- any kind of existence -- is horrific.

Pretending that the universe has meaning does give it meaning, but it is just pretend, but it is real, because reality is pretend.

I am not special; there are thousands identical to me. You are not special; there are thousands identical to you. But I held your head in my hands, and we were gentle, and the memory of that, lived or imagined, is the only thing that is real and certain and persisting, and important.

"I don't want your god; I would cut your god into steaks and eat him with horseradish."

Life is much easier if you don't have anything to do with other people.

accepting nothing
challenging the void itself to prove itself
and nothing to support him or catch him
spins through the void
true intellectual fortitude is required to embrace uncertainty
is independent, free in the world, and unconcerned with the ridiculousness that has come before

You see, the atheist derives childish reassurance from a logically unsupportable system of belief concerning the nature of existence, and in this way is no different from your average born-again Jesus-fellating Christian, secure in his “knowledge” of something that cannot be known, whereas the agnostic exhibits true intellectual fortitude through the difficult and uncomfortable acceptance of all-pervading uncertainty. The atheist mind rests untroubled in its cradle of certainty, spitting up all over logic and using rationalism as its diaper while cuddling self-satisfaction to its uncreased cheek, but the agnostic mind careens through the existential void at uncontrollable velocities in defiance of any effort to delimit what is and is not possible, demanding each viewpoint (including cherished atheism, precious and sacrosanct to the weaker minds) to prove itself, and remaining unsurprised though bemused as each fails, and the uncompromising agnostic mind rockets ever onward toward unknown destiny.

I remember.

You are but a muse to me; the world is unreal to me.

It doesn't have anything to do with intelligence; it has to do with existential indifference.