The Overthrow Final Part

IX - Nothing

The Tree is gone, now all that's left is me, nothing except me, and my sorrow. I realise, that everything is sorrow, and things that aren't sorrowful are only imagined, and if I am to recreate the world, I must do it as God did it, because there is no such thing as better or worse, only sorrow. I observe my creation, people argue that religion is bad, but they do not see through it. If there is no religion then they have no point in living, and people must have something which they believe in or existence wouldn't be bearable. Existence itself is too sorrowful, there people create things that make them 'happy', to convince themselves, that they aren't slaves to society and the world. Of course, 'happiness' is just a veil of ignorance, hiding the fact that in the end one simply stops existing, so everything you do in life is only to buy time until death. That is how existence was, and that is how it will because things don't change, they stay the same, at the core.