LifesLiterature

This universe of mine is a part of my brain which is a part of my universe which is a part of my brain it circles around no beginning no end existential nausea occurring again to calm my being I learn my logic my physics, philosophy my modern and classic I think for myself on gods and ethics on machines and minds and quantum mechanics I follow discussions of brilliant lives whom to essence and truths have devoted their minds yet, just when a spark I find in their eyes their quarrel ignites they'd burn to be right for what is reason but a shot at redemption a shout for structure in the ever uncertain the only treatment, it seems is to accept

Don't lose hope. Ever. There's always hope. It is your decision to believe in it. There is always a choice. If life were full of the inevitable, then we would be catatonic robots built without freewill; Simply mindless worms living to follow the commands of an unseen puppeteer And dying learning absolutely nothing and knowing only how to never think. Hope is born of suffering; and the worst of suffering is concieved from lack of belief in hope. Don't lose hope. I don't care if you have Asperger's, are blind, or progeria, YOU ARE STILL A HUMAN BEING! Though, we all have events in our lives that define who we are and how we react to