Warnings of Disdain

I cease to ask the world. I cease to exist.

I live under the pretence of a person. I speak languages. I think abstraction. I feel. Yet there is emptiness in each one, in everything.
                                      Everything I do.
For this world is an alien territory. The abyss of fanaticism. It wants everything. It needs nothing. The self-imploring machine of doom. It values a lot.
                                              And I do not have value.
The cynical cycle of sadomasochism. They love it. But there is no love. Instead, there is indifference. The seething hatred for empathy and change, mucking the filthy sewer system of narcissism. The vanity of the beautiful, the knowledgeable, the wealthy.
                                                      Wisdom is lost in translation.
No one bothers to think. Everyone is thinking. Thinking is not exactly the same as thinking. One is wisdom, the other is not. Yet the world has been blatantly obscuring everything that there is no distinction left. See it for yourself.
                                                                 Then again, what self?
Hold your nose up high. Stomp your feet on the soft pavement of the poor, the wretched, the underprivileged. You are the modern Pharisees of the 21st century. You speak everything, you do nothing. And worse, you are blind, blinded by your own light, your self-proclaimed splendor and glory. You have become your own God. And with your pride in yourself comes the damnation of your kind. You will be denied death. You will cease to exist entirely. And you will be locked up in a prison made of yourself, for even Hell will spurn you!

The mirror shatters into pieces.