Its own reality.

I am not sure when or what happened to me. To be honest I was kind as a child. I did not like hurting people. 

But to tell warmongers hey you know sending weapons to Ukraine is only going to get Ukrainians killed. Seems to have lost their minds. Telling hey why not give up your bioweapons.. Seems to make them insane.

I wonder if we live in separate worlds? I mean I live in a book. They live in the real world. I hear what happens to them. Covid this covid that. I point out hey Fauci, Trump Obama, Gates paid for that. But instead of listening or caring their minds seemed seared like Revelation states would happen in the end times.

People would be lovers of themselves.  I personally am not sure how to stop the death of humanity anymore. That is the reality I find myself in these days.

That this is not even my own reality makes this whole dream a question in my mind. Meaning I knew where Japan, Italy, South America were in my world for 45 years and now? Who knows who cares?

That I am watching the death of humanity one more time is weird.

To be honest I thought I would preform better written works by now. However somewhere along the way I picked up a different soul recently and I the conversations I am having are the most surreal. That I am to be murdered is a wondrous conclusion of things. But still not the ending I expected.

That all this is the same dream over and over again until everything is put right and those that can not be put right have to do this over again makes this whole story seem absurd.

That the new ideology of absurdity popped up yesterday and it deals with life and suicide makes me question reality too.

Meaning? Life is more than death and Death is the end of life.  Thus the reality why is life or the meaning of life? Simple be good. Do good. Stop evil. Shame is great for all else.