I died many years ago and in my death the vessel of my consciousness entered into a void, the darkest of the black vacuum of space, endless in it's approach and when I came back to this body I carried with it, it's knowledge. The ultimate purpose of existence.
Which is to accumulate pain, suffering, and degradation as “sacred weights” to deepen the soul’s capacity,. Not for knowledge or enlightenment, but as an endless vessel to hold life’s horrors.
Each person is born as an empty container, capable of growth only through absorbing life's darkest, most painful moments. Pain is not merely an inevitable part of life but the one true source of meaning. The more one suffers, the more one fulfills their purpose as a living vessel. However, as the vessel expands, it loses any sense of self, integrity, or individuality, becoming hollow, a shapeless, boundless entity that exists only to contain.
There is no redemption or transcendence in this suffering. When the soul becomes vast enough, it begins to corrupt and eventually dissolve into oblivion. In that dissolution, it releases the suffering into the ether, which others will unconsciously draw upon and repeat, continuing the cycle. To spread suffering is the only legacy and form of “immortality".
The end state, then, is not liberation or peace but complete dissolution, where the individual becomes nothing more than a dispersed force of torment woven into the fabric of reality itself, with no hope of reassembly, remembrance, or rebirth.
Acts of kindness, joy, or self-love are acts of cowardice. Dilutions that prevent one from reaching their full potential as an endless vessel. True strength lies in embracing pain and horror until all sense of individuality is annihilated, leaving only the raw, unfiltered suffering as a pure and eternal legacy for others to absorb and carry on.


