Put a bullet in your brain and it travels spaces vast and bare. You can’t kill what’s not there. The mind is a drowning man and cannot save itself.
I offer no hope. Only infinite depths which fold upon themselves; lose themselves in their vastness.
I’m handing you a red-hot iron. Hold on to it, and you die. Let go, and you die. Figure that one out and you die. To die is to live. Turn your back on it and you merely dream.