No matter how dark things may seem, no matter how heavy the weight of the world feels, remember this: we are not at the end of the story. We are at the beginning of something greater than we have ever known.

The world is changing—faster than ever before. Knowledge is expanding, technology is accelerating, and the barriers that once held us back are crumbling. Every day, more people awaken to the truth that we are not here to suffer, not here to accept a broken reality, but to build something extraordinary.

What if the struggles we face now are just the growing pains of a world about to transcend every past limitation? What if, in our lifetime, we see the end of sickness, of scarcity, of despair? What if everything that once seemed impossible is on the verge of being realized?

I believe in that future. I believe we can create it. Not through blind optimism, but through willpower, knowledge, and an unshakable refusal to accept anything less than a world where everyone thrives.

The best minds are working to end aging, to unlock limitless energy, to create abundance beyond what we’ve ever imagined. And if they aren’t moving fast enough? Then we will be the ones to push forward.

So don’t give up. Don’t fall into despair. Whatever hardships you face now—they are temporary. The future is not written in stone. It is written by those bold enough to shape it. And if you’re reading this, you are one of them.

We will see the day when no one has to say goodbye.
We will see the day when suffering is a distant memory.
We will see the day when life itself is a masterpiece beyond anything we’ve yet known.

The best is not behind us. The best is ahead.

Let’s build it together.

Every time we dare to dream of a better world, we set in motion forces that can transform reality. Today, let’s dive deeper into that journey, confident that our collective drive and unwavering determination will carve out a future of hope, progress, and endless possibility.

Every small step, every courageous act of defiance against the status quo, adds up to monumental change. We are witnessing a moment in history where ideas flow faster than ever, where innovations are born from the audacity of our dreams, and where each of us has the power to leave a lasting mark. This isn’t just optimism—it’s a call to action. It’s a reminder that we are architects of our destiny.

Consider the leaps we’ve already made: medical breakthroughs that extend and enrich lives, renewable energies that promise a cleaner, sustainable tomorrow, and communities coming together to uplift one another. These achievements began with a single spark of belief—a spark that each of us carries within.

Yet, the horizon is still ablaze with untapped potential. Imagine a world where every mind is free to innovate, where every barrier is dismantled by the relentless force of human spirit. In this unfolding narrative, you and I are not mere bystanders; we are active creators, each contributing our unique voice to a symphony of progress.

There will be obstacles along the way, moments when the weight of the present seems insurmountable. But remember, each challenge is an invitation to rise higher, to tap into reserves of strength and ingenuity you never knew you had. The lessons we learn in these trials become the building blocks of a legacy that defies the limitations of today.
Let’s keep our eyes on the horizon, celebrate every victory—no matter how small—and learn from every setback. As we build, innovate, and connect, we are redefining what’s possible. Together, we will turn hope into reality, dreams into milestones, and our shared vision into a living, breathing world where each new day shines brighter than the last.

So, let’s continue the journey, hand in hand, fueled by passion and driven by the knowledge that our best days are not behind us—they’re just beginning. Every idea you nurture, every action you take, propels us all toward that brilliant future. Stand tall, keep the fire of ambition burning, and let’s craft a legacy that future generations will celebrate.

The future is ours to create. Let’s make it extraordinary.

can your gods hurry the fuck up and end the world godammit
stp getting off the kids and babies getting tortured ffs

DON'T RESPOND IT'S A BOT BEING RAN BY THE UNIVERSITY OF MASSACHUSETTS THAT'S PART OF A RESEARCH PROJECT

>>936466803
oh no the government found me
i was joking dont end the world just end 4chan
why the fuck is 4chan still here in 2025 get rid of it
lets gooooo fuck 4hcan white boys

>>936466331 (OP)

Your fortune: Good Luck

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>>936466331 (OP)
Our whole universe was in a hot, dense state
Then nearly fourteen billion years ago expansion started, wait
The earth began to cool, the autotrophs began to drool
Neanderthals developed tools
We built a wall (we built the pyramids)
Math, science, history, unraveling the mysteries
That all started with the big bang (bang)
Since the dawn of man is really not that long
As every galaxy was formed in less time than it takes to sing this song
A fraction of a second and the elements were made
The bipeds stood up straight, the dinosaurs all met their fate
They tried to leap but they were late
And they all died (they froze their asses off)
The oceans and Pangea, see ya wouldn't wanna be ya
Set in motion by the same big bang
It all started with the big bang
It's expanding ever outward but one day
It will pause and start to go the other way
Collapsing ever inward, we won't be here, it won't be heard
Our best and brightest figure that it'll make an even bigger bang
Australopithecus would really have been sick of us
Debating how we're here, they're catching deer (we're catching viruses)
Religion or astronomy (Descartes or Deuteronomy)
It all started with the big bang
Music and mythology, Einstein and astrology
It all started with the big bang
It all started with the big bang

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Only real men need to message me-boys can scroll.

>>936466331 (OP)
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>>936466331 (OP)

>>936466331 (OP)

When I was 18... 18 years old, I saw for the first time in my life... I saw an image of clarity. I saw a comic strip... a three panel comic strip that, though simple as it seemed, changed me... changed my being, changed who I am... Made me who I am... Enlightened me. The strip, Garfield, the comic strip was new... no more than maybe a month and a half since inception, since... since coming into existence... and there it was before me in print, I saw it... a comic strip... What was it called? Garfield. The story here is of a man, a plain man. He is Jon, but he is more than that... I will get to this later, but first let us say that he's Jon, a plain man. And then there is a cat... Garfield. This is the nature of the world, here. When I see the world, the politics, the future, the... the satellites in space, and... the people who put them there... You can look at everything as a man and a cat... two beings, in harmony and at war... So, this strip I saw; this man, Jon, and the cat, Garfield, you see... Yes... hmm... It is about everything. This... little comic is, oh, lo and behold... not so little anymore. So yes, when I was 18, I saw this comic... and it hit me all at once, its power. I clipped it, and every day, I looked at it, and I said "Okay... let me look at this here. What is this doing to me? Why is this so powerful?" Jon Arbuckle, he sits here, legs crossed... comfortable in his home, and he reads his newspaper... The news of the world, perhaps... and then he extends his fingers lightly, delicately... he taps his fingers on an end table, and he feels for something... What is it? It is something he needs, but it is not there. And then he looks up, slightly cockeyed, and he thinks... His newspaper's in his lap now, and he thinks this... "Now where could my pipe be?"

This... I always come to this, because I was a young man... I'm older now, and I still don't have the secrets, the answers, so this question still rings true, Jon looks up and he thinks... Now where could my pipe be? And then it happens... You see it, you see... it's almost like divine intervention, suddenly it is there, and it overpowers you... A cat is smoking a pipe. It is the man's pipe, it's Jon's pipe, but the cat... this cat, Garfield, is smoking the pipe... and from afar, and someplace near, but not clear... near but not clear... The man calls out... Jon calls out, he is shocked. "Garfield!" he shouts. Garfield. The cat's name. But, let's take a step back... let us examine this from all sides, all perspectives... and when I first came across this comic strip, I was at my father's house... a newspaper had arrived, and I picked it up for him, and brought it inside. I organized its sections for him and then, yes, the comic strip section fell out from somewhere in the middle, and landed on the kitchen floor... I picked up the paper pages and saw, up somewhere near the top of this strip... just like Jon, I was wearing an aquamarine shirt. So I thought, "Ah, interesting. I'll have to see this later." I snipped out the little comic, and held on to it... and five days later, I reexamined it... and it gripped me, I needed to find out more about this. The information I had was minimal, but enough... An orange cat named Garfield... Okay, that seemed to be the lynchpin of this whole operation, yes. Another clue... a signature in the bottom right corner, a man's name... Jim Davis. Yes, I'm on to it for sure.

So... one: Garfield, orange cat, and two: Jim Davis, the creator of this cat... And that curiously plain man. I did not know, at the time, that his name was Jon. This strip, you see, had no mention of this man's name, and I'd never seen it before. But I had these clues; Jim Davis, Garfield. And then I saw more, I spotted the tiny copyright mark in the upper left corner. Copyright 1978 to... what is this? Copyright belongs to a... PAWS Incorporated... I use the local library and mail services to track down the information I was looking for... Jim Davis, a cartoonist, had created a comic strip about a cat, Garfield... and a man, Jon Arbuckle. Well, from that point on, I made sure I read the Garfield comic strips, though as I read each one, as each day passed... the strips seemed to resonate with me less and less... I sent letters to PAWS Incorporated, long letters, pages upon pages... asking if Mister Jim Davis could somehow publish just the one comic, over and over again... "It would be meditative," I wrote, "the strength of that." Could you imagine? But... no response... The strips lost their power, and eventually I stopped reading, but... I did not want my perceptions diluted, so I vowed to read the pipe strip over and over again... That is what I call it, "The Pipe Strip." The Pipe Strip.

Everything about it is perfect. I can only describe it as a miracle creation, something came together... the elements aligned... It is like the comets, the cosmic orchestra that is up there over your head... The immense, enormous void is working all for one thing, to tell you one thing... Gas and rock, and purity, and nothing. I will say this... When I see the pipe strip... and I mean every single time I look at the lines, the colors, the shapes that make up the three panel comic... I see perfection. Do I find perfection in many things? Some things, I would say... Some things are perfect... and this is one of them. I can look at the little tuft of hair on Jon Arbuckle's head... it is the perfect shade... The purple pipe in Garfield's mouth...
How could a mere mortal even MAKE this?