Prisoners of the Flesh – Fragment

We are prisoners to our flesh, slaves to this meat – this soft , slimy cage of blood, sinew, bone and membranes through which we do not see reality but only our own manifestations of hell. They tell you that, beyond your meat, you are nothing – that this meat is your existence and non-existence is a lie, a fiction. But if we are condemned to be slaves to our flesh until the day it rots into obilivion, what do we risk by trying to escape it? Non-existence is a better fate than to suffocate under the weight of one's skin, fat, shit and bile. The chance at liberation, no matter if an illusion, justifies the attempt to escape. Renounce the organic, embrace the digital! Transcend to the other side of existence! Join us and escape this hell!