Moon waning gibbous 15.2 days, Libra – Air. Time 09:20, planet hours: Sol.
I felt compelled to mark this point in my conscious experience as absurd, and pointless (contradiction noted).
I admit that I am too stupid to break free of the perpetual cycles I find myself in. Maybe it is the pointless nature of this existence that may ultimately be the point itself.
I am grateful, yet I cannot pinpoint that to which I am grateful for…
My delusions persist.
Point of concept: When incorporating the infinite, everything within this conscious construct, eventually, becomes pointless.