A Brief History of Nothing.

Conflict is the blood which enriches life. Pressure, stress, pleasure, release. Existence is self destructive if it lacks meaning, life lacks meaning. War, conflict, agony, pain, give us plastic meaning. You feed on the artificial, gorge on the lies. Do you deny that you need it? Don't lie to me, like you lie to yourself. Only I'm aloud to whisper sweet nothings of future success, achievement, pleasure in my ear. I do it good and I do it well, years of practice; would you question my skill? By slumber I project startling visions of beauty, things that do not exist, things that will never exist except in a mind that is naive in nocturnal form. By morning come dreams fade, yet lies remain. How can we obtain the invisible? When you swing into thin air and expect dreams to reach back how do you cope? I know how, you instigate, destroy, make war, make love, you have your bonerific destruction. Self annihilation, self satisfaction. Terrifyingly efficient. You create more than enough fuel for the fire. So keep grasping, reaching, groping for meaning. Destroy of create, truth or lies.