DONTREADME

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The human mind, in its complete vastness, is capable of recognizing its utter helplessness and uselessness in the face of
inevitable and unavoidable non-existence, but is incapable of coming to terms with it.
We can only ever ignore it, hide from it or temporarily escape from it, but the fact is that we are bound to the way of all things.
Death is unavoidable, not only to us, but all that exists or ever has existed.
Every living being will eventually die out. Every speck of matter will eventually wither away and dissipate into entropy.
It doesn't matter if you lived a good life or if you left a legacy behind.
It doesn't matter if humanity survives for a thousand years or dies out tomorrow.
The end result is the same: the absolute nothing.
Human intelligence is far beyond that of other animals, but it would be misguided to consider that a gift.
All other beings have the gift of ignorance, of not understanding what we do.
Our intelligence is not a gift.
It's a flaw.
It's an over-extension of evolution.
Intelligence, once a great feature in aeons past, continued to grow unchecked and unfiltered, and has since passed a threshold whereupon it is no longer a benefit, but an active danger to its host.
Much like the Irish elk, a species of deer that, through uncountable generations of evolution, grew antlers so wide and vast that it could no longer run from predators, eventually leading to extinction.
The human mind is an evolutionary maladaptation caused by going too far in a direction that was once beneficial and will, sooner or later, lead to our extinction.
On an individual level, it's already happening.
Existential dread is already taking hold.
I'm sure you've felt it too.
The pain and fear of being nothing, becoming nothing.
The suffering of understanding that.
We are unable to come to terms with it, so we hide from our own intelligence.
We set limits.
We stop ourselves from thinking deeply about what will happen when we die.
We create distractions.
We keep our minds busy with mundane activities and entertainment to stop ourselves from having to come face-to-face with the truth.
We sublimate it.
We transform our self-reflective suffering into another form, art, to keep it from consuming us.
Anything to avoid the panic.
But these ways are all simply temporary.
They're just there to push back the inevitable veil of helplessness and despair that would encompass and ruin us.
In the end, nothing matters.
There's no point in trying to find joy in life, for life in and of itself is suffering.