Persnickety

Life is queer, if you think about it. We don't know where we are and we don't know where we're going. We know we're trying to get to SOMEWHERE but we can't figure out how to get there because we don't know where it is. So we continue along and everywhere we go we find ourselves in a place exactly like all the places we were in before and none of it makes any sense whatsoever because if we left one place and went to another then how come we haven't arrived somewhere where we haven't been before? And this entire process continues endlessly and we continue on endlessly trying to discover the reason why we do. And the reason is that we don't know the reason why we continue on. We continue on for the soul reason of trying to DISCOVER the reason why we keep on going. So we keep climbing higher and higher in endlessly frustrated attempts to achieve something that we consider to be an achievement. To discover the reason why we want to achieve this discovery. And it's all such a hopelessly cylindrical metaphysical process that after awhile we just sit down give up and despair of ever finding a place different than the place we're in right now. Because nowhere ever have we discovered a place that answers our questions or gives our lives meaning. And that's where it happens. You either sit there for the rest of eternity or you pick yourself up and move on again. You STILL don't know why and you still don't have a goddamn idea where the hell you're bound for or where you'll end up, and according to everything you know you expect to never get anywhere different than where you are already. But the decision isn't in the location in reality but in the location psychologically. You can either give up and simply continue to exist or you can continue on to try and figure out WHY you exist. To discover some meaning wrapped up in this endless myriad of bastardized senility everyone else around you is to happy to immerse themselves within like some omnipresent opiate to sate their base wants and desires. You feel like you're closed within a neverending staircase to nowhere but you know it has to end SOMEWHERE. Sometimes you meet people or witness something, even the faintest blur or wrinkle in the wallpaper and your heart skips a beat and you shout out in joy because you've FOUND IT. You've found somewhere different, somewhere new, somewhere unique and you're sure your almost to where you want to be. But after awhile all the wallpaper wrinkles begin to look the same, and after endless hopes you become jaded and cynical about the prophets you meet along the way. Because in the end all their grand schemes and ideas and contemplations haven't gotten them anywhere more unique than where you are except within their own demented little minds. Because if they can stand still and preach to those passing by, maybe they can forget that they've given up climbing any higher themselves. But even worse are the people who don't even realize they're climbing any more. They're like ants scurrying around carrying out the duties they feel they must perform to find meaning in their own lives, but they've long since forgotten why they're climbing too. That is, if they ever knew. Maybe they didn't, maybe they don't even know they're climbing. And maybe if they make it to the end of the stairs before you, they'll just turn around and walk down again because there's nothing at the end for them. And maybe there's nothing there for you either. Why are you climbing when you could just make yourself comfortable and live your entire life on a step? You don't feel heroic about climbing the stairs. You don't feel driven to get to the end, so why? Why not give up and sit back and watch everyone else waste their time trying to find the end of the stairs. You entertain yourself for a moment by thinking maybe the end of the stairs is Hell itself, and really you're just hauling yourself to an early damnation. Then you turn a corner and stop dead. You stop because you can't go any further. You stop because there's a door. It has a shiny brass handle and somehow you know its not locked. Your hand shakes as you reach for it. You pause, then rest your hand on the handle. The metal is cold. You breath in, stare straight ahead, and let your hand fall. The door swings open slowly. And all you can see are more stairs.

tl;dr

AHH BLOCK OF TEXT

Did you write this? If so I am jealous.

Sometimes I wanna slap you upside the head.

Next time ... use some paragraphs.

Also, did you write this?

Other than that this text is entirely contradictory.

*Eregion casts Confusion on WG*
*WG Feints*

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