When I began to think as a teen I set out to prove everything good I had been taught and everything I so passionately came to believe in was true.
I found instead that life is totally meaningless and empty of any truth, that all I believed and all you believe are lies, a con job of the ego, a rationalization and avoidance of ones personal irrelevance and death.
My consciousness and all my passion and feelings are monkey stuff accidents in a cold and empty universe without purpose or meaning.......
For the lover of truth there is only infinite sorrow and hopelessness and not the slightest reward for anything.
But when you strip everything that can be taken away from a person, you leave him only with what is real and it turns out, interestingly enough, that what we are, we human chimpanzees, is infinite love.
And when you discover this news, you don't really need any other.
All the other news is about reinforcing the ego, the illusionist and liar.