quickest way to piss me off is to insist that everything happens for a "reason". absolutely not. everything is fucking pointless. things just happen, then lead to the next things. nobody ultimately deserves anything. "men make their own history, but they do not make it as they please;" nor is it guided by some convenient god humans have the audacity to claim they know. the tradition of cosmic purpose weighs like a nightmare on the minds of the living. fuck "mystery". accept mere occlusion.