All must cease. The whiteness of pages is perfect, anything written on is perfect, because nothing is perfect, therefore, perfection is an illusion. Either we exist, or we don't. Emotions cannot be deceived. How much farther down can hatred be suppressed? How much fear must be felt until no longer can emotions control being? Move with my consciousness. Move with my hate. The whole world can be hidden behind a mask. An apathetic face, or mask. Love is now protection, and stability. It is something given to people, which amounts to less than the fingers on a hand. The world is evil. The world deserves its judgement. I wish to see it judged. Including my own punishments, and rewards, should I have any. Not a care, but the care of being right, just. Not a care but the care of life for my loved ones. Not a care but the care that the rest must cease to exist. If it includes me, I surrender. Meaningless, biological bodies, lie since birth to fulfil a purpose... false! Truth of the present, it is here. With I, with all whom I hate. There is only one. A connection inside everything. Truly it is there, an action birth consequence. Truly, connection is the Beginning. And the End, when It comes.
