There is no reason for life if there is no reason for death. But if you sit there and look at it in the right way, there is no death at all. Ever. I have been forced to reevaluate certain aspects of my life do to the amazingly complex but very real ideas and theories. They have been presented to me in a way that I can in no way dispute, even for a fraction of a second. Every belief, idea, word of everything that has been shoveled into my brain all these years has been ripped out and shredded completely. All because of a few kind words of the one that I love. A very good friend at that. “There is nothing fucking wrong with you”. I will carry those words with me to all eternity. And with that said, I went over my whole life in my head. Before the invention of medication, there was absolutely nothing wrong with any of us. I have always felt that there was something more to life than this Hell that I have been living in. It was only until recently that I realized that I am not the only one who thinks this way. I am not alone. As more and more theories are presented to me, the more I am finding that they are more than that. They are truths. The truth of life and death. The truth of consciousness, end yes, even the universe.