Taking control of your own destiny to the end

As one gets older, and undergoes progressive ego death. The systems of this planet, the illusions that veil them, wear thin. The conditioning of culture fades. Favorite past times, hobbies, interests die as the underlying substrate of its bones lay bare. So what of it then, as one spirals toward the inevitable end, should it be on ones own terms. Waiting for cancer, for the death panels, sudden death or car accident, the curse of old age, the desolation of infinite loneliness, and dementia. Waiting for the scenario to play out.

Blown about like a leaf on the winds of chance - is this not the bane of the self aware singularity. It s lawful to end it when and how according to one's true will. We are slaves cradle to grave, feeding on and fed on like a parasitic vampire cluster fuck in this infernal cosmos. Its the one thing we can actually control. Even as it is 'illegal', assuming success, who gives a fuck of the laws of men, when freedom lies beyond.