What's the point? What's the point in anything? Nihilism, nothing. Nothing has meaning, everything is perception. Everything is relative. Man is an irrational creature, an impulsive one. There is no pattern, no habit, no inherent nature, no predictability. We are as random as our fingerprints, each unique. There are no groups, no nationalities, no possible way of categorizing us. Man is unquantifiable. I cannot be more than you, cannot be less. Since there is no quantification, there is no comparison. We are an amalgamation of our choices, a product of our thoughts. I owe nothing to anyone and no one owes me anything. I don't have a duty to anyone, not even to myself. Life is an abstract. Death is sleep. We are dust. Our actions, our thoughts, our deeds, our money, our sex, will all be dust. There is no right, no wrong. There is no judge, no morality. We just happen to be. It's all relative. Our senses deceive us, they give us false pictures. Our brain is a cheat, it draws patterns where there are none. It connects dots, forms associations. It qualifies things, quantifies them, gives them labels. It says, this is blue, this is bitter, this smells foul. It draws connotations, forms prejudices, allows us to judge. Black is dark, black is evil. Self is an abstract notion as well. Who am I? Why should I be so special to me? Why should I work for my own betterment? What is pain, what is suffering? What is agony? Nervous responses, again interpreted by that cheat of a brain. The universe is pristine and pure. Human thought has corrupted everything.
