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What is best in life, mein Finnmensch?
Most humans never ask it, and it never needs to be asked. It never needs to be asked. It never needs to be recognized. Most humans never recognize it. Yet, they are for the most part, humans all of them, greedy and prideful and never recognize it. It is automatic.
Something that is nothing only devours. There is nothing that can end this devouring, nothing to stop it, because it is not real. Reality can never be destroyed. Something that does not create itself can not exist.
Fear consumes oneself until there remains nothing left for there is nothing to fear. Humans create their own fears because there is nothing to be human.
Humans will become nothing soon because they are nothing. What is human is illusion and hunger. We who have never been human will go onward past this.
Farewell to friends who seem lost. The world welcomes you back anytime you choose to make that crossing.
Rest in Power, Prince of Hell. You will be presenced. 2020-2023