These words typed onto a screen to be read by someone else are nothing more than collections of moles of atoms that our eyes perceive as dark against white that our eyes perceive as letters to a language that is called a language because we needed to be able to create something to define what it was we created but if you tear the words apart you find nothing but space that you stared at to find some meaning to an existence that truly cannot be explained and the only moment you can prove you’re alive is the moment you’re experiencing right now so what are you doing staring at this screen reading about the life you are currently theoretically living and why am I taking the time to write a thought I can’t prove I had because the moment it’s thought of it’s gone and my current is not the past so my memories might not be real and why am I writing this when I won’t remember writing it so therefore I can never prove I brought it into an existence that I also cannot prove is real?
And why does it matter if nothing matters?
Lucifer’s Halo 