The End
None of the following is necessarily true,nor is it what I believe. These are simply ideas, take them as you want.
There is more evil in the world than good. The balance has been, almost irrevocably, lost. The reasons for my disbelief in any God aren't logical or religious, but purely emotional. With so many atrocities rotting the earth to her core, it seemed to me irrational to devote my love to a deity who has the power to stop this, stop the mistreatment of his people, rape, violence, pain- and doesn't. In the Now, a mental numbness must be achieved to aid survival. Society raises it's young in this state automatically, because without the protective husk of stupefacation minds are tortured, can break. It should be impossible to watch children dying in front of your face, made fictional, easier to choke down by a mantle of glass. Every person on this earth should be living sickened by What Happens. There should be screaming, and there should be fighting in the streets. There should be anything but this crushing silence.
This Is My Town
The End believes that there is a way. The End knows what the problem is, and The End knows exactly how to solve it. The End is the id without the ego (and this is how you should be, without walls the neighbours MAY be able to see you undressing, but in The End we think that you shouldn't be hiding anything). The End believes Klimpt and Eliot. The End unplugs you from the identity society has built you. Gustav Klimpt believed the world was beyond retribution, that the only thing that made this cold stone worth living on was Beauty. Eliot wrote a love song. Both are very, very true.
Sex
In The End, we will not fuck to make lives. The End knows the true nature of Man. Man as a race is a failure. As a parasite, as a cancer, as an epidemic, as a killing contagion, Man is very effective indeed.
We have skillfully destroyed the world for centuries. If we are holding it for are children, the greatest gift we can give them is to never have them in the first place. Without the need to reproduce, sex is useless, and a sin. A wanton act of pleasure. The End believes this sounds like a pretty good arrangement.
