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Cult of the Ceaseless Void | warmup
drew my 'sona elise as a more character appropriate cult leader :)
Her cult is called "Cult of the Ceaseless Void"
It focuses on the stars above and beyond, the endless expanse and how tiny we are in it. Instead of seeing this as a fact to make life meaningless they instead focus on making their tiny tiny lives as happy as they can.
Sometimes when it feels like the universe is against you it helps to consider that the universe doesn't know you exist except through the eyes of others like you. So be kind, be generous. Be good to each other because that's really all we have.
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Her cult is called "Cult of the Ceaseless Void"
It focuses on the stars above and beyond, the endless expanse and how tiny we are in it. Instead of seeing this as a fact to make life meaningless they instead focus on making their tiny tiny lives as happy as they can.
Sometimes when it feels like the universe is against you it helps to consider that the universe doesn't know you exist except through the eyes of others like you. So be kind, be generous. Be good to each other because that's really all we have.
Join my cult! (https://www.patreon.com/lustylamb)
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If the universe sees you through the eyes of others, it knows you exist through your own eyes. In much the same way the life of your cells are tiny compared to yourself, they do matter.
The tiny blue dot we live on will hopefully one day not be the only speck we exist on. Should that come to pass and a galaxy sprawling civilization were to occur, suddenly your actions aren’t so tiny. Everything you say and do, while lost to noise like individual leaves in a forest, can subtly shape the path we take as a collective.
When you are gone, you take to the grave your mistakes, your failures, your pain. One day, these along with your name are lost to time. However, the lit torches you leave behind are carried into the future.
People will clean up the messes you leave behind. Yet, they also continue the good from where you leave off. Your good deeds snowball along, cascading like a blooming field of blossoms opening in spring. It is human to destroy what doesn’t please us, and foster what brings us value. Your misdeeds only spread to one or two people beyond your circle, but your dreams and wishes bounce along like rayleigh scattered prism light forever. One smile passed to the next, the drive and motivation to fight just a little bit harder.
It is not that we are small to the universe. Millions of your cells die a second, but without their life and death you cannot exist.
The universe can observe itself because we exist. Just like you can observe yourself because your cells do. The universe’s equivalent of a conscience experience is beholden to ours, even if it is too big to personally thank us in a way we can understand, or help us in a way that’d matter to us.
The tiny blue dot we live on will hopefully one day not be the only speck we exist on. Should that come to pass and a galaxy sprawling civilization were to occur, suddenly your actions aren’t so tiny. Everything you say and do, while lost to noise like individual leaves in a forest, can subtly shape the path we take as a collective.
When you are gone, you take to the grave your mistakes, your failures, your pain. One day, these along with your name are lost to time. However, the lit torches you leave behind are carried into the future.
People will clean up the messes you leave behind. Yet, they also continue the good from where you leave off. Your good deeds snowball along, cascading like a blooming field of blossoms opening in spring. It is human to destroy what doesn’t please us, and foster what brings us value. Your misdeeds only spread to one or two people beyond your circle, but your dreams and wishes bounce along like rayleigh scattered prism light forever. One smile passed to the next, the drive and motivation to fight just a little bit harder.
It is not that we are small to the universe. Millions of your cells die a second, but without their life and death you cannot exist.
The universe can observe itself because we exist. Just like you can observe yourself because your cells do. The universe’s equivalent of a conscience experience is beholden to ours, even if it is too big to personally thank us in a way we can understand, or help us in a way that’d matter to us.
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