My devastating awareness of meaninglessness [1st draft] by Triblenon

Are you aware of your sky of infinity. Well, you should. All the time.

My name is John Redhigh. I am an existentialist. I am terribly sorry if I am the first man who break this news to you. I see human beings as dynamites for they just silently hold onto what they believe is true. However, I have a few things to say in the name of truth. I am telling all this, because you have all the rights to know. Listen well. Man, the thinker, is a by-product in this universe.

 A non-essential component of reality. What do you think you can find out of all this nothingness and absurdity. Now don't go learning existentialism defined by one of you normal people. You do not have to go find the idea of existentialism, it will come to you if you have right amount of intelligence. Here I do not wish to elaborate on how much exactly the amount of intelligence should be. Just keep thinking and you will come to it. Hopefully. Then you will find out the name, existentialism. I like to think that some of you have already found out what it really is. I wish. There is a shortcut though, you will have to read books developed by philosophers who died having nervous breakdowns. But don't come knocking asking me to explain because I myself am on the verge of having another nervous breakdown. I am an existentialist. I am an existentialist because I know. Let me rephrase it again, I am an existentialist with strong sense of humour. I guess that makes it even harder for me to survive around your objective world. I didn't become nothing for nothing. I became nothing for something. Don't even think about convincing me that existentialism is out of date. Where do I get my morality? Good Question. I have morality since I am not stupid. What I can assure you is that I am not cunning. And I am not selfish. The reason why: I am not that simple. At first I was going to say the reason was my intelligence. Never mind that. Let's just say the reason is my complicatedness. I am not that simple. Not as simple as you think I am. Not as simple as one of you. Besides, I do not have time to be selfish or cunning. I once was in a religion where I was safe. Safe from myself. But now I am not. I once was Triblenon. Now I am not. And I started walking sideways. If my writings make sense only to me, what does that make me? I guess that would make me stupid. I am one of those guys who entered the philosopher. I am the one who asked and I am the one who died. I like to call myself a philosopher in black leather pants for some reasons. Apart from existentialism, I put parts of my obsession on certain kind of Music, called Heavy Metal. Pretty impressive kind if you ask me.

Hold it right there, gentlemen. Please kindly stop reading this. Clearly I forgot to instruct you how to read this. Now I believe I have ruined the content. Nonetheless, when you read this, you are advised not to read it all at once, not in an hour, you are to read it 2 or 3 lines at a time, taking your time over these sentences for days, maybe even months. Digest it tidily.

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