My Independence Day, A Preface

I'm all alone right now. The family's all gone.

I'm free to do what I will, and all I want are tears.

I always regale myself with awesome tales of all the things I would accomplish if I could simply free myself from that familial anchor, and here I am, staring at a computer screen, waiting for death.

For some, the thought of nothingness is comforting. The idea that, when you die here, that's all for you, end of story. I've never liked that idea. Do you see how "that idea that" line up nice vertically between these last two lines? I did that on purpose.

Everything takes time. Time is my enemy. Time is ever-present. There is no defeating time. Do you know how positively CRUSHING a thought like that is?

Generations. I'm of the opinion that anything worth accomplishing is not going to be accomplished in a lifetime. It's going to take GENERATIONS of human beings to make any progress. But what's the goal? What is there to work for, to work towards? At what point do we give up individualism for collective advancement?

Humanity would die out, and we would be replaced by something much more...sinister.