Currency is not love.
Trade is not love.
Competition is not love.

You might as well be named satan yourself.

It is no wonder world peace does not exist, by law not a single soul can be peaceful. Don't you think that odd?

We are barbaric, still cavemen unevolved.

The free natural born citizens of earth loving caring and providing do not yet exist.

If the world is killing me, who do I see? Which mother, father, daughter, or son can I hold account? Do I have the right? How are they any different from me? All of us are trapped in this deadly game and enemies are all we are to each other. These judgements of worth, these rules of engagement, these competitions for survival have turn a paradise into a hell. We are the demons maintaining law, holding the lines of war against our children. I can't stand it. Our people are disgusting. They are so stupid. They believe themselves achieved. There are fools deluding themselves from reality. We are survivors and if we were good to each other world peace would exist. Since it doesn't, common sense says we are not peaceful beings. Why would I want to stay on this world when my own species hates each other?

You must anticipate to be present. This is where instinct feels good and shockingly capable.

Reality is an illusion, what you are seeing and hearing is the past. Even the warm of the sun is ancient.

tick tock the clock which is not for time is relative and can not be measured for the value you place is pointless. This infinite day we share sees us all awake, never closed our species currently lives. The measure of our lives is not by the single sun, but the infinite which infinitely surrounds. When we live in the middle of infinitely which direction we move matters not and the measure stupid. Our lives do not ride a static wave, to dedicate our lives to the decay rate of a foreign atom is unnatural. Be a bird upon the wind and roam the earth, the present is all we have and it will be gone before we know it. If we survive well, we may seed the galaxies. But to do so we must be smart and not a zombie whose rhythm has been dictated.

If you shoot a projectile in space, it will not stop until it hits something. So be careful, a missed shot doesn't ever miss.

Exploitation is the heart of my species. It is the nature which competes, it is the barberry which entertains. We are addicted to the pain we inflict upon others. Evil is what we are, pure evil. Vampires of life.