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Ok,  I'll admit I laughed here... And here I laughed harder.  You are a certified ******* Locke.  I hope you know that...  *shakes head* But yes... I crave a conversation... and not with some know-it-all imbecile. FK

How very arrogant of you... It shouldn't bother me so much considering that Humanity is nothing but a gigantic house of conceited cards, ready to fall apart.  And yet it does.  You seem to believe you can escape what is coming for all of us.  Annihilation is coming and you will not escape it-...

Our lives are meaningless. We are born, we agitate ourselves; flailing about, believing we matters in other people's lives... It's Plato's Cavern in truth... Shadows against a wall... illusions. Nobody is real!

I'm here because I wish to ask all of you what happens when you come to that point where all you can think about is your upcoming death?  Isn't Death, after all, the only true certainty in life?  What do you do when everything becomes...  'insulsus' - tasteless?  What happens, or rather what...