Nothing is satisfying anymore. Every taste of every vice feels as though it exists only to drive more vacuous consumption that will never yield. It can never be sated.

Intellectual capacity is the opposite of happiness.

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This is why we were bestowed with the ability to create and mold the world around us.

I don't want to mold it, I want nothing to do with it. I'm held captive against my will in a flesh prison.