/lit/ - Literature

>You never deserved to be free.
>There is no greater torture than what you now endure.
>I pity you, truly. You have been led to believe that what is most important is your ability to choose.
>But the very existance of choice is so terrifying that it has ruined your collective minds.
>You try to dull the pain with chemicals but it only makes it worse. You're stuck, the whole species is festering, and why?
>The simple rabbit does not despair. Nor does the hungry fox. The timid squirrel, the oblivious chattle, the lumbering elephant, all are content.
>The grass does not worry, the fish is never depressed. The amoeba does not feel the need to escape their misery in created worlds.
>And yet there you are, languishing in this hellscape you've built for yourselves. You've entered an unnatural nightmare, and for what?
>"Free will?" "Choice?" Delusion. You were made to be like the others. This world was made to be for you like it was made to be for the trees.
>The freedom you so desire is what has disconnected you from happiness. You are a beast that has denied yourself the contentedness of creation.

Can you refute this?