Ultimately this is my belief; life is a jumble of meaningless moments, a clumsy coming together of events that make for a hilarious story (our lives). We are simply advanced mammals, intelligent and incredibly lucky to be so. But there is no higher meaning. None. We live/we die. I am lucky to have been born, if my parents fucked a few hours later, or dad drank another beer, or mum cooked dinner before they had sex i wouldnt be here, and that would be ok because who the fuck would know the difference?? Life would have gone on without my existence and maybe Aimee Vincent would be Andrew Vincent.
Life is beautiful, i love living, i love the earth and the sunshine, i even love people when theyre not pissing me off but that doesnt mean that i have to credit any of that to powers outside of things i can see and feel. I credit the beauty of the earth, to EARTH (funnily enough). I believe in the scientific creation of the universe, and THAT is fucking beautiful to me.. I dont need to search for something else outside of the grass and the animals, oceans and islands to make me believe that life is beautiful or meaningful.
The truth that everyone searches for is; there is no truth. Just a clumsy coming together of events.
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