Johan Liebert's POV:

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What is life?

What is death?

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These two terms are used interchangeably to represent what people see asthe starting and ending point of what limited chances they are given, tohave an effect on the things around them.

Only one thing is equal for all living creatures, and that is presumablydeath. The time of death is uncertain, but death itself is certain.Remember that the next day is not guaranteed. We are all going to die, allof us.

That alone should make everyone love each other, but it doesn't. We areterrorized and flattened by trivialities. We spend millennials doingsomething - whether meaningful or not - and we are eaten up by nothing.

That nothingness is a void. No one knows what is on the other side. No oneknows where we go once we die.

We fear death, we shudder at life's instability, we grieve to see theleaves fall again and again, and in our hearts, we know that we too aretransitory, and will soon vanish.

Every existing thing is born without reason, prolongs itself out ofweakness, and dies by coincidence.

This begs the question; What's the point of being born? There's nothingspecial about it. Is it merely to reproduce and die again? Is it just anever ending cycle of death? What is the purpose of all this? To pass onthe strongest genes for the next generation? Are we all nothing butlivestock meant only to play a part in the much grander scheme ofevolution? Survival of the fittest, they say. Has it always been that way?Life is occupied in both perpetuating itself and in surpassing itself. Ifall it does is maintain the status quo, then living is only not dying.

It seems that the literal meaning of life is in whatever you're doing thatprevents you from killing yourself.

Death is a universally normal thing.... so why live?

What is the value of any life within this seemingly endless expanse of theknown reality?

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Our consciousness is the entity within our very being; And that entity, isfully conscious of the nothingness of its own existence. However, its jobis not to succumb to despair, but to find an antidote for the emptiness ofexistence.

Hence, living is the endless search for life's meaning. Living, is found insolving the questions that we desperately need answers to.

Questions like, "Who am I? What am I?"

We do not know what we should search for, yet we are responsible foreverything that we become if we fail to look for the right answers.To find ourselves, we have to stop being who we are.

As for me, I am Johan, yet I am not Johan. More literally, I am entity. Iam not defined by the character known as Johan Liebert. His past does notconstrict me. Although I am trapped in his physical form, that form doesnot shape the person I am. I, entity, whom is a prisoner of Johan Liebert,is free to be defined by everything I have learned or will learn. I canfurther choose how exactly I can act, based on the knowledge I acquire,even if it goes against what I initially thought Johan Liebert was.

I am trapped, yet I am free to choose. He is nothing but a shell. Yes,Johan Liebert is a shell. But.... he is 'my' shell. And it is my obligationto use him to the fullest.

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Eyes closed and deep in thought, I ignored the person who came to get Anne- as usual - for their supposed 'experiment'.

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