The owner class has made life a meaningless farce of exploitation for most. No time or resources to indulge reasonable hobbies, maintain our bodies, even to have a family, though we are encouraged to have them without the resources to so we may create a new generation of desperate, hopeless capital batteries for the owner class to consume.
A meaningless farce that death is the only escape from, as their prescription of relinquishing your entire identity in service to their further enrichment, ie embracing “that grind culture, bruh” is a fate so dark and perverse that it makes death look like a mercy.
Their grind culture zombies are the most pathetic individuals I have ever interacted with. Dead eyes with a stepford smile. Profit husks.
why are people so obsessed with death?
What, that unavoidable thing that takes from us the one thing most of us cherish dearly? Yeah, real strange we fixate on that.
I don’t really want to die.
I had a 97 year old tell me last week she hope she dies soon. Eventually we will all have enough when we are suffering in lots of pain.
Death ultimately isn’t something to be afraid of, it becomes the manner of death which gains significance.
there is no afterlife.
There was no beforelife either. It didn’t bother you then.
You guys didn’t get a beforelife?
no, but what bothers me is the life im living right now, dispite the shitty stuff going on in the world, does not want to end.
Actually my “religion” The Church of the SubGenius believes there is an afterlife, and that it is also the beforelife. PRA’BOB!
People have forgotten humor, poetry and romance. I love a good sword fight as much as the next man, but there’s more to life.
It’s my desire to enter the Bards College. My parents are hesitant, but I pray they let me attend.
The owner class has made life a meaningless farce of exploitation for most. No time or resources to indulge reasonable hobbies, maintain our bodies, even to have a family, though we are encouraged to have them without the resources to so we may create a new generation of desperate, hopeless capital batteries for the owner class to consume.
A meaningless farce that death is the only escape from, as their prescription of relinquishing your entire identity in service to their further enrichment, ie embracing “that grind culture, bruh” is a fate so dark and perverse that it makes death look like a mercy.
Their grind culture zombies are the most pathetic individuals I have ever interacted with. Dead eyes with a stepford smile. Profit husks.