Is this it? A pale blue A blurry dot Conscious just to realize it is not special So... Is this it? Bipeds monkeys That only think with their money Just because you can sum You think you’re woth something? So... Is this it? My spasmming temple for dusty matter Getting used to life and dying of scare So... Is this it? That’s here? Everyone I love, Everyone I know, Every human who ever was?! Look at it You’re in it Look at it We’re in it Look at it I’m in it.... ... How dreadfully beatiful ... Look again. Look again!!! Look again and behold Tears running down this revolting smile A wistful sight for the forlornest tragicomedy No... No. No! No! NO! I’M THE UNIVERSE THINKING OF ITSELF I’M ITS INDIFFERENCE I’M ITS **VOID** If everything is nothing than everything is something And I can work with something! My life can be a fucking absurd But I shall **become the abyss** this rock gazes upon! (...) huh... So this is it.
- Gabriel Lima Jacinto, Wicked Condition