It's Not the End of Anything

All the pleasure we accumulate as humans, we gain at the expense of others. That's the thing that drives the fear of death, his deficit. When we die, it means our consciousness is to be smashing against a brick fucking wall of otherness. The last moments that could expand into infinity are going to be fuelled by this fhantasy of separation. Andso th seeks the search for consciousness, the struggle for consciousness, is to rip yourself away from this matrix of desire, reorient yourself and therefore be in your body.