"I find it difficult to understand the kind of human being who lives, or who is sure he can live, purely, happily, serenely while engaged in deceit. Human beings never did teach me that abstruse secret. If I had only known that one thing I should never have had to dread human beings so, nor should I have opposed myself to human life, nor tasted such torments of hell every night"
C h a o s
What's going on here? Everything looks like...void. I wish I could think about something. What is the purpose of this? Have you ever asked yourself why are you here? Do you hear those noises too?
A b o u t
Is death the end of life or just a deeper layer of it?
T e m p l e
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