Beating You With A Frying Pan ASMR

I always try and find an explanation for everything that is comforting. A god, an algorithm, or an equation that solves the universe. But despite my best efforts, it all comes back to one thing: nothing. The universe, us, physics, stories, emotions, time, all of it, is just chaos. It isn't a pattern. It's a vast wasteland of the only possible outcome. Physics, time, and space are all local qualities. Outside of them, patterns mean nothing. Equations and logic stop working. Everything does. As we keep trying to find a better solution, as we keep going deeper, we only end up with more questions. That's not because it's unexplained. It's because it can not be explained. It is true, raw chaos. But, here I am, writing this paragraph. So, in a sense, we do understand it all. We can comprehend everything, including the origin of everything. Because, in the end, who cares if we know? We all die. Our families, our passions, our pets, our childhood stuffed animals, the accomplishments we make, our favorite movies, our lovers, that tasty morning breakfast, and all of our other memories disappear in an instant. We are nothing. We are truly, without a doubt, nothing. Every will we have to live, every motive we gain throughout our lives, and every choice we make are all just chemical reactions moving through their courses. Survival, thought, and success are just instinctual reactions to prolong the virus we call life. We are not special. We are not even specks. Just insignificance. Look around you, find something you value. Find a pet, a person, even an inanimate object, and look at it straight into itself. What do you see? Something with sentimental value to yourself, right? But it's the same as you. And so is that rock outside. And so is that chair in your dining room. And so is that celebrity who has no idea you exist and never will, despite your best efforts. It's all bonds of atoms, quarks, and strings, meaningless combinations that make up matter. This "matter" is what you see. This "matter" is what you love and what you hate. This "matter" is everything you will ever know. And that "matter" is chaos. And so is everything. When I look back to my original thought of making peace with myself, I guess I have. Because I know now that, no matter what, I am just reacting and observing my own life take its course. And when I die, that will be okay. When I die, that will be okay.

Beating You With A Frying Pan ASMR

Alejandro Duque