Um...no? I think?


I speak only of the inevitable realization of mortality, the abyss below us as we cling to the ceiling. The fact that at the end of our lives, we realize we are alone and when we die, so might as well the world because for us, it's as if it doesn't exist anymore because we, in fact, cease to exist.

How can anyone not gaze long into that particular abyss and not taste madness?