/bant/, we need to talk about the fact the we exist.

The existence of this board causes confusion, incredulity and a bit of despair, but that's nothing compared to the existence of reality and of ourselves.

Even if I'm not my personality, my name, my things or my beliefs, I'm still conscious. I have an experience. I experience stuff, how bizarre is that, how did this end up happening?

How can we give importance to anything at all, and pass moral judgements on each other or be controlling and evil, when we don't even know what the fuck is happening in general?

Compassion is the only feeling that makes sense, really. I just want to cry in the arms of someone who understands this feel, until I'm dissolved into nothingness. Does that make sense?

I'm open for explanations for this whole thing, specially from Japanese people.