A point in the horizon, a melting scene from your childhood. Your mortality
is showing. A frantic drifft towards nothing, biology doomed to an infinite
recursive loop. Teeth with teeth with teeth. Take a bite. Serene scene of
a coastal town, warmth of the sun. Bitter tears. Lust for power. This is
where you abandoned your dreams. You are a high networth individual,
an expanding vortex of pathetic trauma. Finally a beautiful ♥♥♥♥♥♥♥ nerve ape.
A pure soul is born, it's neurotransactions stutter into being.
30583750937509353 operations per nanosecond.
Beauty eludes your porous mind

The value of Life is negative. The balance of being is rotated by 38 degrees.
The surface is full of cracks, a turgid light shines through.
Fleshy primordial bodies sluggishly roll down the slope. Only you
slide upwards, with a celestial step. You become beautified, a saintly figure.
Your pristine idiocy reveals a safe path through the impenetrable fog of Life.
Your dull sword cuts through the weak tendons and membranes of the garden
of corruption. Sit on the throne of contentment and ferment.
Inspect the eternal blue skies of your kingdom. You come to a realization.
You pick up an onion and start peeling.

Onion layer one. Onion layer two. Onion layer three... Onion layer n^n.
Aeons have passed and the onion is fully peeled. Nothing remains.
It's perfect. You get lost in the point that remains where the onion
used to be. Synaptic cascade, neurological catastrophe. The point becomes
infinitely dense, the universe condenses into a unicellular being.
It screams sin. It craves happiness. It's done with this world. It tries
to commit suicide but fails. Sad pathetic mess. You feel pity and disgust
but in a way only a being of pure grace can. In your violent mercy you
terminate the worldlife.

"The living organism, in a situation determined by the play of energy
on the surface of the globe, ordinarily receives more energy than is
necessary for maintaining life; the excess energy (wealth)
can be used for the growth of a system (e.g., an organism); if the
system can no longer grow, or if the excess cannot be completely
absorbed in its growth, it must neccessarily be list without profit;
it must be spent, willingly or not, gloriously or catastrophically."
- Georges Bataille