||...or delete them, pretty much any way I feel like. And I can screw with comments. I can also make stuff up and post it, and if anyone complains, I can delete them.
I can predict our future too. I can tell that we are all doomed. There is no hope for us, in the long run. We will die and be forgotten and there is nothing we can do about it. Even if anyone chances to remember you after you are gone, it will do you no good. Let them build a shrine to your memory, write a hundred biographies of your life. So what? You'll be dead and gone and there's nothing that can help that. And then even if you are remembered, those who remember you will die too, and then what? What monument can outlast time? Everything turns to dust and even the dust disappears. Wake up people! This is it! This pathetic slim moment is all you have! There is nothing else! Nothing! And you are wasting it. Letting it all slip away. You think you are saving yourself for something better? There is nothing more. Nothing beyond today, beyond the breath you take right now. Life is made up of these singular moments, each breath is the sum total of your life. Memory of the past and anticpation of the future are PHANTOMS! The have no existence outside your mind, so forget them. Living your whole life chasing phantoms will lead you to total dissolution. Before you know it, you will be dead, and your last thoughts will be regets, regrets, regrets...
I do, I do, I do