When I keep in mind the fact that human beings are nothing more than meat, the world—and even all of existence—appears necessarily lifeless, even if it were conscious.

 When I keep in mind the fact that human beings are nothing more than meat, the world—and even all of existence—appears necessarily lifeless, even if it were conscious. I am an animal, that is to say, by virtue of my biological nature, an automaton governed by certain codes. The others are the same. Everyone is. Therefore, when I look at another, I look at no one. And when they look at me, they look at no one either. Because there is no one at all. Only tiny puppets, imprisoned in flesh, imagining they control it just to make their programmed lives bearable.