Philosophy with Vincent

The beginning and the end... two sides of the same die perceptually locked in the amalgamation that is the game of life....from this feeble matter, we have been put here, not to question, why we have been put here, but instead ponder and search down to the bottom of our usefully futile existences to eventually die and exist again. How many beginnings does it take to make an end? And how many ends equal a thousand beginnings, the infinite universe, or at the least gigantic, so why is there an end to the beginning to the end...

Fate... Destiny... Fatestiny... people throw those words around like tennis balls, well, I eat balls for breakfast. (Vincent here is talking about boiled eggs.) How does one decide their future without knowing how their future can be a future in which they are the future? Who can be the one to ask why we ask why we as people decide our own journey. Perhaps it is not ourselves that guides us, but instead our own consciousness that cannot and can guide our meaningful death.

Someone may ask me, "Do you believe in God?" Well, that's a complicated question, it depends on what you mean by God. You see, I know that many different people are loyal to many different Gods, and each one is a different God to their own servants. But it helps no one to be reductive, I think that, that we are here implies to some degree that there are forces larger than us. Now, we can get into the semanticalities of if this force has enough brain power to function as a living being, but that would just drag out this conversation. The very notion of belief itself can be rhetorically whittled to the bare nub of its meaning. I'd like to talk to you a lot more about this, would you be interested in reading some of my literature?

What is with this life of Ying-Yang and conservesment, a world controlled by opposing forces. What's the opposite of day? (Night!) What's the opposite of Black? (White!) What's the opposite of Salt? (Pepper!) Wrong, they are just two spices, trying to get by, (SLAYUM, you got me!) But the Ying can only Yang so long before it encounters a Yoof, there is always a middle ground to an opposing force such as sugar, as it is not the opposite of pepper yet seems more opposite to salt, but even then, the species are trying to mate, so leave the spice sugary salt. (MATE, WHAT IN THE WORLD-)

What is normal? What makes me abnormal? What kind of useless speckle-dorf decided that he should be the king of the soil, the ground, and the dirt? Normality is something only observed with bees, an intellect of people only following a model queen. But this queen doesn't beehive to its own extent to manage its honey-nest of bee's knees, labeling her a gone-goner. What does this have to do with the question of normality? It simply does not, but I angered a bee colony three minutes ago, but nonetheless, a hive of people shouldn't dictate what a man has or he has got, and OWWW!!! AGHHH!!!!!

"What doth life? Are we just an endless stew of cosmic oblivion? Or is it vice-reverse? What sounds like a use of nothing is an open miracle of quirky sacrifices, one we should value highly in our system of philosophy. The cosmos truly have forsaken something not moving for days and months at this point, it's only fitting to call ourselves miracles of matters."

This world is one of many bad guys, people who do not want you to succeed, individuals who have devoted themselves to be absolute donkeys to feel anything in their matter. Always be prepared for tomfooleries, silly willies, and goofy goobers, you cannot read minds of the human, be ready for anything that can be picked up and thrown far. but don't just sit down like a foolish duck, they do not do anything besides quack for the sesame seeds of life, turning a duck into the slave of crumbs.