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i achieved this very much btw

tysm for a great year 🫶

my new years resolution is to become even more insane about sleep token

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Teeth of God Interludes

Interlude 1: To me, it seems there must be something on the other side. We are all told that truth is merely a conclusion that can reliably be derived from some observable phenomenon. We forget that truth is a tool. It is the hook upon which we hang our deeds and the bed from which we rise each day. To assume that death is the end is to assume that our being extends no further than the physical substrate that carries us. This assumption does not account for the way in which we experience being alive, nor does it set comfortably aside the fact that we are not yet able to comprehend the way that our being manifests itself from the flesh and bone that binds us. I believe that those gaps in our understanding are still wide enough to cast doubt on such conclusions. I believe that those gaps are yet wide enough for our souls to fit through, and drift onwards into some new realm.

Interlude 2: To argue the existence of anything beyond death is to reject the idea of death itself. Death is not the opening of some eternal door. Death does not confer transcendence of any kind. To make such assertions is to act as though we do not know death, as though we do not spend our lives trying to drag forth some semblance of meaning from beneath death's thick, dark shadow, as though we have not also inflicted it, no less than we sometimes revel in it. It is only the certainty of death that provides us with the darkness against which we all glow, defiantly. Life without death knows no form, no boundary. Without death and our finite nature, it would be stripped of all meaning, left to wander as little more than mindless and rotating gears in the quiet engine of a cold hell. But we do not die because it gives our lives meaning, we die because this is the way of all things. And in the end, is that not all we are?

Interlude 3: ?? It is not simply some kind of existential threshold we are all fated to cross. It is far more than these small notions. One does not need to look as far as the end of their own life to be confronted with the unknowable. One does not even need to look that far to be confronted with death. Look around you. About what can you truly be certain? Death is a color, it soaks a part of every canvas. Death is a fabric, it can clothe the living. Death is merely another weapon weilded by a great adversary, another cadence in this terribly beautiful symphony we listen to helplessly. Let it bring you hope in one hand and fear in the other. It is asking you to dance with both after all.

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my new years resolution is to become even more insane about sleep token