tu fui ego eris

Earlier today, while searching through what remains of my worldly belongings for anything yet worth selling, I thought to try my giant old relic of a microwave. As it occurred to me that it had not seen use in some three years now, I was curious. It was, however, quite dead. Which means I had possibly been lugging the beastly device, larger than some televisions, about for three years with it deader than a proverbial doornail.
Not to be confused with living doornails.
Such a great example for why life rates not a second or third glance. So I let off steam and destroyed the fucker by tossing it around the driveway for a bit. I ended up throwing out a number of other things as well, filling up the garbage bin just in time for trash pickup tomorrow morn. I threw out the alarm clock and coffeemaker, neither of which has attracted any money in recent weeks so both were torn to shreds by my bare hands as well, along with most of my old VHS tapes, a collection of action figures, and a large bag of clothing I had previously pulled together for goodwill. Ridding myself of so many possessions all at once, and at once so randomly, was very cathartic, I think. It was all just taking up space, going unused, and all of it too worn by the past to be worth anything more substantial than memory.
In the carnage I was reminded of a conclusion long ago reached.
That there is no afterlife. Make a heaven on earth for those whom you love, and make a hell on earth for those whom you loathe. The many persons left over do not matter. This life and this world is all there is, and if it does not leave you violently angry then you are ignorant and sheltered and you do not matter.

If you provoke neither love or hate in others then you do. not. matter.