Nothing can stand as Pure within the carbon-death; a world of lies and deceit from origin [slave to process then process purged]

 I look around and wonder how many lies were told while [in process to] planting a tree, building a structure, fabricating a vehicle or [alias] serving a public? 

 More so the people I see in animate. The cross they must bear in familiar sins and dwellings thereof. 

 What does it mean to live for one [thing, concept, idea, mantra] as it is most assuredly constantly dying?

 What then is at the core nexus of being and becoming?

 Are we not forced to Nihilism in matriculation of this [cold hard fact]?

 Laden within the construct of exostential governorship it is an essential task as to impurify anything that will be [a thing here] with varied degrees of separation from the Pure Truth. Remember that the whole of events can not be erased, down to the most seeming minute detail, but the lie must be there laden from the assuned birth of a concept, idea a thing [here].  

 Nothing can live truly. Only fleating concepts that never become fully operational, working and complete expressions of life in process. 

 Has it ['existence'] always been this way? 

'I've got nothing because I am nothing'

Stellarmass13