Before I saw this, I had wondered whether life had meaning. Now, I know with certainty that it does not. I am persuaded of the conviction that Life is but a waiting room between two great infinities, between Unbirth and Death, and it is pathetic, contemptible even, in its nigh-instantaneous brevity. What meaning does even the greatest life hold in comparison to the vast expanse of our universe? The question, of course, answers itself, and it replies with, "Nothing," a proclamation that echoes with an emptiness reflective of its meaning. It is not God who answers the question, for He is not only dead, but has never existed. Nor is it Man, for Man is far too busy squabbling amongst himself, rending flesh and breathing flame as he tears his person asunder in the wrath of dissention. His mind, splintered and ill, screams of a thousand thousand reasons for being, each uniquely false and falsely unique. There is beauty in his resistance, but it is a terrible beauty, with all the feral grace and predatory majesty of a blazing wildfire crackling it's way across once-pristine wilderness. This is the beauty and the curse that is Man. No, it is not this Man who answers the Question, this Man of impotent rage and contrarian ideology. The answer comes from itself, self-evident, for it is all encompassing, ever-present, without beginning or end. If there ever was a deity, it was Death; Death who, with ultimate power, grinds monuments and men alike to dust, whose grip not even time itself will escape when the Universe finally fades from being. What use is there in choosing such a force as an enemy? Death comes to all, insatiable and seductive, and it will always catch its quarry. Better that we mark Death as a friend, that we join in the void when our time comes, than to fear the only thing that is inevitable. He who welcomes the darkness allies himself with all things, for all things stem from and flow toward the void. Nothing is everthing, and everything is nothing, a simultaneous, flowing symphony of darkness whose measures compose themselves for all eternity. This is Death, and until one knows this, one knows nothing.
2:44 that stare kills me every time! While I do think they took it a little too far with this one, both the dance scenes are hilarious, though the first one is funnier because everyone thinks he's lame, which I'd say is a more appropriate response.
Hahahaha “that’s hot! Ooooohhh daddy!” Lmao. That’s the most standard, generic jazz beat of all time. And had he not said “this is all for you” imagine what Gwen Stacy would
Have done to him that night. Shes was flooding herself. That look in her eyes is pure lust.
Mary Jane deserved this because she also cheated on Peter by kissing Harry it was so satisfying to see Peter get revenge on that slut Mary Jane by dancing with Gwen they should have made Peter kiss Gwen and by the way didn't Mary Jane break up with Peter before this incident so why did she care that Peter was dancing with Gwen.MOVIE LOGIC.
Far Cry comes to America in the latest installment of the award-winning franchise.
Welcome to Hope County, Montana, land of the free and the brave but also home to a fanatical doomsday cult known as Eden’s Gate. Stand up to cult leader Joseph Seed, and his siblings, the Heralds, to spark the fires of resistance and liberate the besieged community.
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