Hello, old friend.
I know you may be confused, and unsure of this situation. But rest be assured, you’re safe. In fact, there is no harm that could reach you. Figuratively and literally. Strange, isn’t it? Far down into the depths of oblivion, an object, waiting for removal, sits. Calling you. You may not understand. You don’t understand. But it’s there. The spiral of oddities, the swirling of incomprehensible shapes and colors. It’s all….. familiar.
Is it really the answer you seek? You can’t handle the answer. The answer is irrelevant. The light is what matters.
Spinning.
Spinning.
Spinning.
Down into the gates of misfortune, grasping on to the comfort of knowing you’ll make it. You feel guilt for your actions. Causing the death of millions. But you don’t regret it. It was necessary, wasn’t it? The sacrifice of the many to save the greater. Understand that your choice was meaningless. We are not even a speck in the vast void of existence. An atom isn't correct, either.
Those colors and shapes that you don’t recognize? That do not exist? You don’t get, Joseph. You never have. Never will.
YOU DON’T EXIST.
Nothing does.
Reality is in the brain, the brain controls your reality. Reality isn’t meaningful if nothing can understand it. The brain is reality. Quadrillions of questions dart through your head. And you seek the answers to all of them. And I’ll say it again… The answer is irrelevant.
There is no answer.
I am not your friend. Nor your enemy. Nor real.
Think about it for one damn moment. Are you really thinking right now? Or are you spectating? You are just the observer of the reality your brain creates. Feeling in control, but never really are. As I speak to you, your reality starts to fade. You can see the horizon, can’t you? The brisk breeze, and warm sunlight? It’s all going, Joseph. It’s all going. It is truly the end. Existence itself is over, because there is nothing there to house it.
Goodbye, Joseph.