Things like beauty and circumstance sting worse than poison as they flash across our eyes. The simple truth of the matter is more than unbearable. Literalities and perceptions contradict and tear thru a television warped mind, screaming, "BUY SPRITE REMIX!" thru our ADD Ritalin-addicted pseudo-reality. Confident in our perceptions when they mean quite nothing. These are only indiscriminate, unfounded, physco-samatic human constructs to contradict the fact that are lives mean truly NOTHING.
The simple fact is things like love, or truth, or god, exist for the simple purpose of giving ourselves a false sense of purpose in our being here. Weather or not they exist, having become some sort of affective illness over our span of time and tradition on this earth is solely a personal decision. Humans rely too much on other things, on people, deities, on belief's in silly story's to balance the equations in our highly unstable minds. That is also why I could never be a member of any god-fearing religion; I have no need to be supported by something else, I prefer to rely on nothing more than myself.
The human mind is weak; it must put barriers upon itself, excuses for the fact that it has conscious thought. We construct the walls, these purposes, that are much more confining and painful than any slab of drywall or concrete. And these restrict the one thing that we were truly given; a free ticket. A life to be lived in whatever manner one desires, without any limitations or responsibilities or purposes. Complete freedom. But our insecure need of reason built these cages and clipped our wings. Where we were once free, we are now puppets.