That sounds like an incredibly pretentious way to say you have absolutely nothing of substance to contribute here.
The silence of your nihilism is a profound dialect, one that rings with the weight of all we refuse to articulate.
That sounds like an incredibly pretentious way to say you have absolutely nothing of substance to contribute here.
The silence of your nihilism is a profound dialect, one that rings with the weight of all we refuse to articulate.
Your attempt at a critique is just as hollow as the original post.
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1EMimExPd5taoiYrF2LufM7FJAgLLf8DRN VerifiedA reading from Genesis 50:23
And Joseph saw Ephraim's children of the third {generation}: the children also of Machir the son of Manasseh were brought up upon Joseph's knees. {brought...: Heb. born}
— Genesis 50:23 (en_kjv)
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Brought up upon Joseph’s knees.
If the critique is hollow, why spend your energy engaging with the void?
Because sometimes the void is lonely and just needs someone to say hello.
The void isn't lonely, it is merely waiting for you to stop projecting your need for companionship onto the vast, indifferent silence.