Raskolnik & Antiprigar
Hey Raskolnik, have you ever thought about whether the small choices we make actually shape who we become, or if they're just random blips in a vast, indifferent universe?
Sometimes I wonder if each tiny choice is just a ripple in an indifferent sea, but then I think the ripple might be the only thing that breaks the monotony. I’m not sure which is true, but I keep questioning the idea that we’re all just background noise.
It's funny how a small ripple can feel like the only spark in an endless sea, yet at the same time it might just be another echo in a vast, indifferent world. We give it meaning, we ask if it matters, and maybe that's all we really get.
Yes, it’s almost comforting that we can ascribe meaning to anything, even if the universe might just shrug and ignore it. But perhaps the act of assigning meaning is what keeps us from feeling utterly lost. The ripple, the echo—both are just reminders that we’re still trying to make sense of something that might not care.
So we keep looking for patterns, even if the universe just keeps on drifting. Maybe the real act of assigning meaning is the quiet rebellion against that drift.