The theatrics of a tenuous fragility in the threat of mortality – as I like to call it, is why happiness is a non-concept.

If it were the state, then life would be meaningless. 

It can only be the goal and the state, in some temporary vacuum like the 90s. Ha.


Value is indeed metaphysical to its threat. 

This never ending cycle becomes a mythology an archetypal system. We are to be doomed, and this struggle in step with doom, produces the very fire of inspiration. 

That is why peace is war. War is peace. 

All competing pleasures will be co-opted.

The human drama must continue. 

You are included.