#incoherent thoughts

I haven't found all of the letters and murals yet but that's my interpretation after my first playthrough. Also I feel like it didn't just stop raining out of nowhere but because mankind probably stopped living in harmony with nature (and also forgot to play the large instruments which are linked to the whales and the magic they perform to make it rain?). Which is why the whales were stranded and waiting for a sign that mankind had changed. The sign being the protagonist making the huge climb to the top just to bring the little baby whale back to its kind and playing the instruments on the way. Which then triggered the whales to rise again and bring back the rain.

Shit is confusing because I am a virgin and I only recently got comfortable enough in my body to be interested in sex (yay top surgery)

Also the misgendering/detrans stuff... idk it does get me off but most of the time afterwards I get this "post nut clarity" where I'm like wtf why did I do that and depending in the severity I get super dysphoric about it sometimes.

Religion is a cope for the fact that we're doomed by our material reality and that there's nothing we can do to escape even the most basic problems, as they are fundamental to our existence. This idea by itself is not problematic, and in fact it is absolutely necessary to realize if you want things to actually get better. The problem is with the spirituality itself, what makes up the majority of the religion. Giving mythological hypotheticals as solutions for the reality of life is unproductive, at best. And it gives an easy excuse to perpetuate the oppression that causes the material suffering to begin with.

I don’t have hands

Where is my reflection in this mirror

Where the fuck are my legs

Do I have bones?

The sound of my voice,

the perpetual supplicant begging for life to:

choose me, choose me, breathe through me.

Truth is not always powerful and

Power is mostly subjective

Feelings are the most powerful,

yet even they are easily suppressed.

Life is a very practical matter

foolish of us to idealize or evangelize its rules.

Upon this death of virtues claiming my desiccated soul, who am I to interfere?

Pray to saviors either absent or silent

Looking for coherence in the random patterns I perceive

I am on my knees,

I am supine,

I open my heart to a void shunning my devotion

I petition, I beseech, I crawl

Looking for an idol to whom I can offer my devotion

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I feel like trying to categorize 'bad' behavior based off of how much 'blame' falls on the person is kind of stupid. I mean if you really want to go into the details, all the brain is doing is reading complicated inputs, passing them through neurons, and spitting out ouput behavior.

If you look at things like this, then technically nothing is anyone's fault. And it's technically true, the brain is just a complex calculator and maybe free will doesn't exist after all.