>>6931078On the meaning of the human being
You and me in this irrational world. But after all ... Who onions me? Or you? That does not matter, friend, because the answer is given to us both from heaven and from hell: the human being is a corrupt being, a being condemned to emptiness, a mass of terrors, instincts and meannesses that only aspire to babble the flesh. word 'eternity' in front of the inexorable advance of the hosts of death.
The putrefaction adorned with bright black armor, covering nothing, because time has no body.
All have bitten the dust and we will not be less. The insane is the most sane of humans, what does progress, knowledge and love matter if we are condemned to die? This is the tragic sense of life. The same that only Rorchach and Miguel de Unamuno dared to look in the face.
We keep the vinyl record spinning in eternity, a crude effort to try to make sense of the irrational.
In the end, life is like a puddle, only when we look at it for centuries, we think it has a shape, when it is just a puddle, a void of earth covered by a matter as weak as humanity in the face of death.
The human being who has discovered this is condemned, not only to death, but to horror and madness. When he is terrified when he looks at the endless abyss, towards emptiness. Once a man has seen that, he can never do as if he did not exist, can not turn his back.
Because the abyss always returns the look.
