What is life? What is death?

Does it matter what I know?

I will still be alive anyway.

Why does any knowledge matter, if you haven't experienced it yourself? How can you know how a peach tastes, if you haven't bitten that flesh?

We strive for progress.

We seek immortality.

Only because we like life.

Based on what we believe we know. (But haven't proved yet...)

What would happen if I reject everything? If I deny what my eyes can see. I will still be alive. And soon dead. But I will be in war with the cosmos. And that is what rules at the end.

The thunder.

War.

Not a sunny afternoon.

But a storm.

Raging to destroy everything.

Who am I? Where am I going? Where did I come from? What do I seek?

I want to destroy everything.

And leave nothing behind to believe. Nothing to build arbitrary knowledge on. Nothing to comfort me while trying to swim, in the middle of that dark ocean we call Being.

Pain. Suffering.

I want to accept them.

There is no harmony.

And yet, here I am!

For what?

If not to be destroyed.  And along with me, the cosmos itself. Taking everything to the bottom.

Cosmos is a tyrant, your see.

And unfortunately I am helping him. With all those things I believe I know. Like a mirror. Mirroring nothing else but my self...

The glass must be broken.

And chaos, misery, pain, reveal their true nature. And remind us that we were born with them.

And still, I laughed as a kid.

Not because I did not fear death.

But because I had no idea of what life is...