You know, usually when I hear manifesto I immedietely think of an incoming mass shooting or a bomb. Hopefully that's not the case.

Gave it a read, I'll mull it over for a while. I'll leave you with a thought to ponder.

What's the intrinsic difference between you and a human being from fifty thousand years ago? None. You're both bound to the same circles. Food, Shelter, and something to do. You cannot break these circles and they are infinitely present everywhere in everything. What we call society and everything that we have today is the result of overcomplexity bloating, yet the fundaments remain the same.

Self improvement is a paradox, whether it be for oneself, technology, wellbeing, or anything. It's a paradox because of how it functions. You either achieve total mastery over a thing at which point improvement stops and turns into stagnation and degradation because there is nothing left to achieve, or you climb a staircase with no end as you chase one goal, to the next, and the next, until you drop dead.

Essentially, any decision a human being will ever make is one that's not entirely theirs to make of free will because we're all puppets bound to circular patterns that hold no discernable meaning at first glance. No matter what we do, it means nothing ultimately, and everything that we do is more like organic or inorganic circuits.

When confronted with the difficulty of having to watch this and know this, how does one proceed when they themselves are trapped in circles? There are two answers. The only choice that has weight, which is one's ability to die and to choose to die, or to find something to do and continue on, paying homage to their circles.

Except that death may also hold no freedom, as there is no known answer as to what happens afterwards. This makes anything that can happen a 50/50 when compared against a faith or belief of any kind, and so death becomes a wager with a 50% probability of you being right, or wrong about what you believe.

All of that is just longhand of what I refer to as "people do people shit." We're stuck in systems we'll never be free from, making decisions and morals that we think have meaning, all in service to same circles that were there from the beginning of everything.

The only particular reason I write that is because these are old thoughts and haunts of mine that still plague me to this day, and a bad dream in particular brought them back to the surface a week ago or so. Reading what you've got there just has me thinking and looking, since they seem like relatively candid thoughts, which makes them relatively honest.

It's hard to shake, grappling that everything you do is not an expression of freedom of any kind, but imprisonment. It also renders most of my gripes about people irrelevant since it means they always were going to do what they did, and whatever happens was always coming.

I may as well ask. Why write a manifesto? Or why are you writing one?