On the first day, I woke up, realized that all ideas of time are merely an illusion created by the brain in an attempt to make sense of an unexplainable, chaotic existence, and went back to sleep.
On the second day, I woke up, realized that there is virtually no likelihood that any of my thoughts or observations have any relation to reality, and went back to sleep.
On the third day, I woke up, realized that love is nothing more than a meaningless series of chemical reactions, and went back to sleep.
On the fourth day, I woke up, realized that there is no link between cause and effect, and went back to sleep.
On the fifth day, I woke up, realized that my existence is entirely irrelevant, and went back to sleep.
On the sixth day, I woke up, realized that meaning is meaningless, and went back to sleep.
On the seventh day, I rested.
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Postscript: This note was discovered next to the body of Eve Adams, who was found lying in her bed on September 17th, 2012, three days before her twenty-second birthday.
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