Life is a monster

It clings to you only to insure the suffering. We are tailored and groomed for suffering; happiness, love, and other fleeting pleasures are but an attempt to momentary escape its cold hands. It overshadows all, as it pulls all of creation deeper into its dark cave...... overtime it feeds on our very souls, consumes its parts and sphincters us into a light at the end of [that] tunnel, only to pour our souls out again, camouflaged in flesh and afterbirth.... Only to love again, and to have that love stripped away again... love is just the Creaturer's tool to help closely involve its victims with the overall suffering taking place. MONSTROUS! Again; or is this but one experience being made to look like many…... Being born Ignorant is just another tentacle of this monstrosity, as is the knowing, for the knowing brings no comfort nor peace. MONSTROUS!