You Are Not Alone, I Am Not a Misanthropic Pothead, and We’re All Gonna Die

It's not fun to think about letting go of your personality but at the same time, it does seem like something we'll all be faced with doing at the end of our lives when we're too sick to be cured by the material things the world has to offer and we'll have no choice but to focus 100% on the otherworldly. I like to focus on it while I'm feeling well--kind of like preparing for a test a little bit each day instead of waiting until the last minute.Ā 

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What Does The World Need that My Talent Can Provide? Nothing. Instead, I’ll Tell You Something that Will Save You from Yourself

Our fucked up, stupid languages don't even come close to being able to communicate what we're really feeling because our inner world/emotions are too fucking complex to be expressed with words or any other art form including music, painting, dance, etc. Plus, when we do use words or other symbols to communicate, it's all too easy to confuse the words (which are nothing more than symbols) with the actual world itself. And even dancing, music, and other art forms are misinterpreted.