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An egotist is a person of low taste -
more interested in himself than in me.
Back in my pre-awakened days, I never thought in terms of freedom or imprisonment, and I certainly never had any spiritual longings or ambitions. By my latter twenties, I was deathly tired of living a lie. I was disgusted with myself for being full of shit and going along with the charade because I was afraid not to and didn’t know what else to do. I was trapped in an optionless, no-exit scenario, leaving me undefined and rudderless. Nothing made sense, but I pretended it did. Everyone was full of shit, but I pretended they weren’t. It seems I’d always known it was all a sham, but that did nothing to improve my situation; it was just normal to walk around in a 2D production surrounded by 2D people, like living in a gameworld where you could create, preserve or destroy whatever you want, but why bother? I knew a bullshit life was not worth living, but I didn’t know how to change it; where to turn, who to ask, what to do. What possible alternative to this bogus gameworld could there be?
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"All are lunatics, but he who can analyze
his delusions is called a philosopher."
Ambrose Bierce (1842–1914?) was an American writer, journalist, and satirist, best known for his biting wit and dark, cynical style. He wrote short stories, such as An Occurrence at Owl Creek Bridge, which is a staple in American literature, and The Devil’s Dictionary, a satirical work redefining common words with sharp humor. Bierce served in the Civil War, which deeply influenced his writing, often focusing on the grim realities of war and human nature. Mysteriously, he disappeared in Mexico around 1914 while traveling, leaving his death and final days shrouded in mystery.
