How could thought—which is without substance—have influence upon a substantial world?

Your belief that you exist is vanity. Individuality, personality, character, identity is an illusion.

Living is not healthy. All is grinding towards death.

Life is pointless. All living is done in defiance of this.

There is no such thing as obscenity.

We don't care about your childhood.

"Nothing is worse than not knowing what's going on."

"Tsk, that's existence."

"Death is the end. Nothing comes after, remember this. Peace. Peace, oblivion. I wish you peace."

I am an agglomeration of molecules agitated. The agitation will not allay!, until death.