Broaden your minds to the possibilities, ladies and gentlemen. Power and intelligence do not exclude madness. The greatest being in existence, that knows existence, that is existence, blessed with power, wit, and burbling insanity.
Or depression. Suppose it's misery is also beyond human comprehension. It does not love us, it hates us for its misery. Perhaps it would destroy us for the briefest moment of reprieve, even at the cost of its own existence.
Though that may be preferable. Suppose psychological healthiness for a universe is something we could experience only as malevolence beyond all comprehension. That doesn't even hate us, barely regards us. In which perhaps the best we can hope for is to be destroyed without notice by a being in pursuit of its own unfathomable goals so evil that it makes all of our own cruelties and genocides combined look like nothing more than sweeping of an ant off of one's sandwich. Indeed, perhaps this is preferable to the horrors that would follow should we ever find ourselves the centre of this being's attentions.
Perhaps the truth of existence is a nightmare of such sanity-devouring proportions that to witness the tiniest fraction of its horrific majesty would be to lose your mind, claw your face off, and die in blissful agony. And perhaps it will transpire that those who do are the luckiest of us all.
For when the truth is finally revealed, unfiltered by our perceptions and oh-so valuable ignorance, we may be annihilated by the raw force of revelation, yet in some aspect empowered to endure the horror rather than simply obliterated by it like the supremely fortunate bastards who saw the truth ahead of time. And when every facet of our existence is stripped away except for our awareness of its horror, we may beg for death even as death itself dies, and face an eternity of eternities to which the worst of all imagined hells is infinitely preferable.
So broaden your minds to the imaginable possibilities, ladies and gentlemen. But perhaps not too much. Because if your imagination is as good as some, you might go mad and die. Unless that is the plan. And perhaps it should be.
So here's my Christmas message to you all: eat, drink, and be merry. For before the aeon turns we may be forced to learn that "lucky" and "dead" are the same.
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