I'm there. I'm happy being a dishwasher for the rest of my life, not that I'd have an easy job finding something else at my age. Anyway, I have it good where I'm at. I can make my own hours, and I can take leftovers home if they're worth taking home.

Why? I realise, what's the point? I used to be motivated. I was programmed that way, and I obviously got over it. After all, I now fully know what I am, why I'm here, I'm passing through, and though I have a statistically 'impressive' life resume in what I've done (both good and bad), not of it amounts to anything. Even the historical figures. How is what Alex of Macedonia, Tamerlane, Genghis Khan, Alaric I, and all the other did effecting us today? Come to think of it, how many people even in today's world even know of some of these people? Alaric and Tamerlane are pretty arcane here, since they sure as Hell weren't mentioned in any school I went to. You have to be self educated to learn about 98% of the historical figures anyway, so that's another point to not care.

I'm just passin' through. I'm a spiritual being having a nose experience, and it's for my own evolution regarding not wanting or needing any more sojourns on this disgusting, toxic world of the demiurge. I've detoxed from the nastiest drug in existence. Physical existence. Why be motivated to do anything anymore for this planet when you evolve to that state of mind?

Well, OK! I do have one motivation. TO BE AS OBNOXIOUS AS I CAN BE IN THE LAST DAYS OF MY SELF-IMPOSED PRISON SENTENCE ON THIS SEWAGE HEAP! Can y'all tell?