One night, as I sat staring blankly at the ceiling, the same thoughts kept swirling through my head: "Why are people so willing to ruin someone else's life out of envy and jealousy, even if they know little or nothing about it?" These thoughts deeply distressed me. And not only these... I also had thoughts like this: to kill, destroy, and steal someone else's life, people are willing to use not only all their savings, but also curses, black and white magic.

​It's strange, isn't it?

​I have a hard time understanding people... they've always seemed "strange" to me... What seems normal to them was hell and incomprehensible to me. Maybe it's strange, but there have been times when people seemed "not human" to me... or maybe I myself am... These thoughts often visited me. These strange feelings, this incomprehensible behavior, incomprehensible topics of conversation... A truly strange thing. Maybe I'm too sensitive? Maybe I'm weird myself? I have trouble understanding even my loved ones, let alone myself... Sometimes I'm afraid of myself. Not because I might do anything, but rather because of how I think.

​In my eyes, everything stands still: we're not reaching into either the future or the past. In my eyes, the world has long since fallen. And people have become increasingly blackened... their hearts and souls are full of wounds and emptiness. If even one ancestor here had seen this picture, they would have said: "Dead people" or "biorobots." People have become so accustomed to misfortune, fear, anger, and violence that their souls have long since died. I imagine that seeing this, the ancestors must be crying...

​Perhaps this is why people lose their direction? Perhaps this is why they reach their doom? People are so fond of being "masochists," or rather, so accustomed to being so, that they don't even notice how they get sick little by little every day for seemingly insignificant reasons. You don't even notice how you're dying day after day...

​People are waiting for that "zombie apocalypse" that most consider just a fairy tale to arrive. However, it's not so: it's already here. People have simply become so accustomed and mired in the darkness that they haven't noticed how they themselves have become undead. At times, the thought has occurred to me that this "hell" and "heaven" of yours isn't somewhere up there in the sky or underground. Rather, "hell" is our digital world, where almost everyone has lost their hearts, and "heaven" is our true home, from where our souls arrived in this world, and this "heaven" is our Creator, the parent of all that exists.

​That's all I can add or say for now...

-𝔂𝓸𝓾𝓻 𝓷𝓪𝓶𝓮

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