The Scream of [Hyper]Consciousness
Silence of rationality
I'm an absurd man, mental drifter,
metamorphosed into a conscious man,
Loner and loser,
Thanks to the delusional Kafkaesque,
Sartre's nausea and Kierkegaard's angst.
In this cruel world of Crimes and disPunishment,
Where books like The Brothers Karamazov
Are read only by "Idiots"
The illusion,
That the books can
Throw you
In some parallel Universe ,
Where Nash Equilibrium is the only law,
Ramanujan's equations are the solutions
For beyond good and evil
And
The purpose of life is to overcome man
Through
The will of power
And
Become Nietzsche's Ubermensch,
Hoping that
This acid meaningless existence
Can find
Its illusional essence in that Universe,
Because here is pointless.
The acceptance of this illusion,
Will transform you into an optimistic loser
Or in modern terms:
A believer.
Refuting it,
Will make you a nihilist.
The transcendence of it,
Will multiplicate you with zero
And
Throw you into the abyss.
And the abyss will smile at you,
Like a fairy tale
Of the Boogeyman for a 7-year-old child.
Which evil is less evil?
Or should we say:
What "goodness" is more illusionary, better?
To see what we want to see,
Without seeing what really is there ?
And you’re smiling,
Like a happy man
Entering into a mental asylum,
Hoping for better times,
Even though,
You know that this is an eternal checkmate.
Being conscious
Is an amplitude of emptiness and fullness,
But being hyperconscious
Is a synonym of eternal despair
And
In rare cases,
Of joy, pointless 5 minutes of joy.
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