Manifest Galaxy

You woke up today and more than likely did not think of anything outside the walls of your regular routine. There is nothing wrong with this, but for a moment I would like to bring to your attention something that you almost certainly were not thinking about. Your life, in comparison with the time that you were not here and the time that you will be dead, is expansive to the point to where one could make a strong argument that everything you are about to do today does not matter in the slightest degree. When compared to the "big picture" you do not even register as a blip on the scale of importance.

That's right, I'm trying to depress you.

Despite your attempts at worthwhile endeavors, or delusions of other lives or other metaphysical nonsense that you hold in order to comfort yourself, your time here is less than a percentage of nothing.

You do not matter to the universe. To the stars, you are nothing. To the Galaxies the very notion of your hobbies or pursuits would be an insult to entertain. Black holes hope that you will die, and when you do, they wish to absorb the barely present essence of your time spent alive into the eternity of their hyper-powerful, gravitational hate well. The sun hopes your dog will be run over by a truck.

These things are facts, truer than any words previously spoken. The true nature of our universe is ever present in my mind, and that is why I must spend my meager time on this planet working for a goal that will eventually snowball into something that can truly matter, something that will resolve our plight and bring forth an age where biological organisms escape the prison of conceit and arrogance built up by the universe around us.

We must advance our technologies, steel our minds, work together and destroy the universe.

Once it is destroyed, we can rebuild existence to our liking and according to the rules we set for it. The stars will be forced to watch as we end their lives for no other purpose than to paint the void with the entrails of our fallen foes. Quasars will be forced to recant, and exist among us as second class primordial phenomenon. And those uppity black holes, they will be kept alive so they can spend their now meaningless being force fed fan fiction and teen pop albums until their misery is so great that their painful howls will echo throughout time and space.

Our problems on this planet can be solved, and we can move on to become the dominant force in this universe, manifest galaxy, our flag flying across several light years of space, it can all be ours if only we stop acting like dumbfucks on the internet, paying crooked governments to fuck us over, and start aiming for the stars... with high powered weaponry.