“everything that he has been searching for, everything that he has been confused about is inside of him, and who he innately is, is more than enough”

Oh my god

Logic dictates that something—or someone—always had to exist. Assume it was a “someone,” not a “something.” Why would such a being create a world like ours, one filled with pain? The Advent of Time provides a definitive answer.

Feel like I just had my life changed on break at work.

This is art. I’m crying.