Quotes About Existence

The universe is made of stories, not of atoms.

The universe is made up of stories, not atoms.

The universe is not made of atoms; it's made of stories.

I often wonder if we were all characters in one of God's dreams.

The concept of life and perfection is incompatible. BUT so is death and perfection

At the root of the women's liberation movement is resentment against the very existence of women as a distinctive entity.

If the bulk of the public were really convinced of the illegitimacy of the State, if it were convinced that the State is nothing more nor less than a bandit gang writ large, then the State would soon collapse to take on no more status or breadth of existence than another Mafia gang.

A person living in the past is a mummy from a videotape of memories.

Alone, we experience the depths of reality.

Alone, you are a particle of eternity, you hear the whisper of awareness - this is the whisper of reality.

Eternity turns you into a spectator.

Fate is our subconscious, life as a repeating dream of the subconscious in a new rebirth. Memory is what guides us.

Feeling no pain and numbness, there is no more painful feeling than numbness. Like a ghostly undead, not feeling the taste of life, but to know its sweet meaning.

Musin Almat Zhumabekovich

Life is nostalgia for happiness, which is replaced by the amnesia of eternity. Consciousness turns into undead, merged together with the endless voids of reality.

Lonely people move in the void of nonsense.

People are the masterpieces of randomness.

Science plays the board game Doctor, they know that the human body is the main key to the secrets of the universe and existence itself, but immortality will give the most important secret of life, and it will tell you that over time a person does not value anything, he is just a spectator and a consumer with popcorn which symbolizes values, for the pessimist it is salty; for the optimist, sweet-caramel hedonism.

The brain is a tick that sucks all reality out of us.

The epitaph of inference is like a tattoo on your eternity, which will prove to you that everything is meaningless.

The pills increase the timing of the absurdity of life, and plunging into the amnesia of denial.

We are in the womb of materialism, in a cocoon of illusion.

We die exactly as much as the world ceases to be needed.

We feel like we are drowning and dissolving in nonsense, as if scattering in inevitability, we cease to exist. And feel the meaning. We stop breathing, choking on inevitability.