Why was I born, you ask. And why will I die? And why does it hurt so much to be alive. I don’t have the answers. All I know is that you are not the only one. As a child, laying in bed at night, afraid of death, I would seek solace in annihilation. Knowing that those who had already left could do it, that I could do it too.
But death is not the problem, having been born is.
Write your own creation myth. Give life to your fears.
Only real can be killed, dragons live forever
God has died, and his death was the life of the worldPhilipp Mainländer, ‘Die Philosophie der Erlösung’