Just remember sometimes that its never too late to turn your life around. It might be difficult because you are a natural bus driver, or a receptionist in a GP surgery, but you can change! But sometimes it is too late, if you don't do it soon enough, or if you die, or just get set in your ways. Then it's too late.
Welcome to The Space Sloth type place, where you can fully wet your head-hole space in readiness for your descent into utter utter Oblivion.
Isn't it nice that we are all accidentally here with all of the grass and the wind and the sea and the sausages and the stars and moon and the milky way and everything that had to be for us to be, is all right here at the moment because some entropy forgot to increase briefly, sometimes I think that is wonderful. Thanks bye
Please don't Banana more than Eleven. Just because other do, that doesn't always mean it is OK for us to not understand why and be more confused.
ENJOY BIRYANI WITH TRANQUILITY and forget about the convergence of everything with nothing for just a short time
Relax on your journey towards the void
can nothingness exist if something has existed? Or will everything always be everything? Either way, parsnips.
Don't worry. In 150 years no one will remember you
Today's Truth Missile of Truth missiling away truthfully, cutting through the shyte spectrum towards your pointless head-hole is this: Always try your best. Or don't. It doesn't really matter, because in a relatively short amount of time you will be dead, no one will remember you, and nothing you ever did will have had any impact on the universe.
Space Sloth says Nothing Happens For a Reason
Nothing happens! Absurd? No, you massive scream! Absurd never happens either! Wake up to the correct potatoes! Surely reality is merely a construct which serves to enable your own self credibility. Perception itself drives us mad and keeps up saneTo be human is to draw away from life
Never stop being yourself
Today's truthMissile is targeting your silent shouting space and it's a corker! Just lie down and remember that you cannot be yourself because yourself does not exist, you are everything and everything is you. Consciousness is a deceit propagated by those who would have you buy their overpriced mattresses. ~~ Accept your place in the cosmos and lie down ~
Homogeneous and small
Today's missile of truth sent fluttering towards your thought-cave like a butterfly of sense, is a simple one. To be at one with the cosmos, you must understand that you are a tiny meaningless part of it, invisible to all, and that if you didn't exist (which you can't be sure you actually do) nothing would be any different at all! Happy Thursday! :)
Heed the Space Sloth: Just lie down because your utter nihility is and always won't be.
This may or may not sound a bit like some insanity to those of you uninitiated in the ways of the Sloth, and quite possibly, it is. Alas there is no way to tell, and there never will be. So let's all lie down and try to forget about it all. Just remember, although you don't fully exist, neither does Bruno Mars, let that provide some comfort.
Space Sloth doubts the importance of your continued existence
If the Universe is infinite, then it is infinitely ridic, and so is everything in it.Which means nothing makes sense. Including you. Which explains a lot if you ask me. So go back to bed and try not to think about how shambolically incompetent you are at existence.
If you like Very Excellent advice, then that's great for you, and me too! DON'T THINK ABOUT YOUR POSITION IN THE ABYSS! (Well, no more than 3, if possible). This advice has got me through many Very Bad times, including a medium to severe calippo addiction and a recent dentist appointment.
An apathetic universe is indifferent to your struggles, quoth the Space Sloth. And let's think about that - surelemement he hath a point here. One must resolve oneself to one's cosmic insignificance in order to be at peace. You are a crisp packet blowing in the wind, in a carp park that is blowing in the wind, in another car park that is blowing in the wind, in another-....etc
Today's TruthMissile from the Space Sloth is Here!
And Space Sloth spaketh to the insolent man again: "One must still have chaos in oneself to be able to give birth to a dancing star" And the man, for whom philosophy was a passion endured, did curse his enigmatic Creator and did throw a hissy fit of apostasy. He turned his back on his the One True Spacey Obliqueness, before casting himself off the mountain to his death, and hiding the body.