
Originally Posted by
Till
Life is but a dream, an ephemeral dance in the void, where the self is both creator and creation, a transient flicker in the abyss. As Nietzsche posits, "We have art in order not to die of the truth," so too do we have dreams to endure our reality. Sartre's notion that "existence precedes essence" reminds us that our nightmares are born of the freedom to define our essence amidst the chaos. Yet, as all dreams must fade, so do these shadows of the night, for in the ceaseless churn of existence, both the ecstasies and the terrors dissolve into the nothingness from whence they came, granting us respite in their inevitable end.