ok... let's see...

this article is false completely. let me elaborate.

we live in a material world. nothing beyond matter and energy exists. the term 'mind' is an abstraction by which we call the processes in our think muscle that we don't have the intelligence or patience to understand. society is a result of this muscular spasm we call thought and is thus just as ridiculous a 'thing' as our 'minds' are. nothing is ever destroyed since matter and energy never just disappear and order is random and dictated by physics anyway. things are as they must be.

we obviously like to think we're more than that but we're not. we're animals which are just organs working together which are made of cells stuck together made of atoms made of things we are not good enough to understand. we cannot know even an arbitrarily large finite number of things; never can we know everything. our thought is very limited and is limited by the laws of physics which dictate what we think.

matter is all that exists. void does not exist. vaccuum is absurd. space is not infinite nor is time. neither is continuous. reality is an illusion. matter is absolute and thus arbitrary. nothing really exists.

as animals, we do what we must do and we have no control over it. we are killing our world and it is right and just that we do so and it cannot be stopped by you or by me. what will be will be. all your base are belong to us.

the meaning of life is to reach the end. there is no meaning in the universe and no nothing. existence is impossible since contradictions exist and cannot exist at the same time. if i really existed, i would be all things and all things would be me in existence. i am not all things and nobody is, or i am and i decide what is.

living is a disease. death and entropy and disorder are good. oh, life is the best way to bring about death. life is a machine which creates little order for a while and makes absurd disorder. humans are life at its finest.

the big bang was a cosmic accident, an abortion of physics. nature is resilient and we are picking up the pieces. our order is trickery. vanity. it is destined, fated, it cannot be otherwise.

to procure pleasure for ourselves is our purpose, because the more order pleasure we gather to ourselves, the more disorder is created in the garbage.

consumerism and capitalism are ingenious. more people are creating more disorder than ever before. the nuclear bomb was a cosmic triumph. earth is an overachiever.the sun does its part.

we have no purpose, no existence, no nothing. to believe otherwise is vainglory. to wonder about the meaning and justification of our actions is to question that 2 + 2 = 4, to ask the it to stop raining. we are machines and cannot be made to do other than what we will.

by the way, this one's for my new plaything, turak. go fetch, boy.