all day long scientists, alchemist and every kind of esotericists working on one subject: make our life ‘better’; meaning to be able to live as long as it’s possible (preferably infinite long).

let’s assume that one day we reach this point; everybody can live as long as they want – see i’m even giving here the freedom of choice, meaning you actually do NOT have to live forever; you can choose that you want to die. So yeah we are the point where every possible sickness could be cured 100%, and what then? We are going to sit there and watch the life as a movie? or then we will start to do things against the stuff we could really do something. Like stop killing each other…

Come on, look around yourselves just for a second; what do you see? all the people around you are lying to you in one way or another, total ignorance about everything except your shitty life; who cares what happens in burma (but i could write any fucken’ country’s name); what the hack, “it’s none of my buisness”, right…? you just worry about your precious little fucked up life, that there every little lie fits together, that every morning you wake up you still have a fucken made up reason to wake up for…

yeah, look for that cure of yours (whatever that is: medicine, money, books, thoughts, lies, prices, fame etc.) and make yourself believe that it fills that little whole in you.