Blog Post 15 “Equality? Nah.”

🖋️ Chaos Samuel – Scroll Sermon

Title: Equality? Nah.

People keep shouting “equality” like it’s gospel.

The only equality we actually get is death.
Rich or broke, TikTok famous or forgotten — same coffin, same dirt. 💀

So unless you’re immortal, don’t kid yourself.
Even the so-called immortals? Yeah… they die in the manhuas I read. 💀
They just live way longer than us.

Even if it takes them millions or billions of years from their perception of time —
nothing is infinite. Not your clout. Not your body. Not even time itself.

And yes, I said time.
Even time remains a concept — a rhythm built to measure what can’t truly be contained.
Our perception of infinity is still a number — it’s not forever.

Because even infinity will eventually fold in on itself —
the moment when there’s nothing left to measure.
Maybe that’s where God exists.
At the edge where existence stops making sense. ✨

After all, every concept meets death at the end.
And maybe — just maybe — the very essence of death is God alongside Creation.
Which makes Him not cruel, but absolute.
The final silence. The great duality that preserves balance.

🌍 The Human Lottery

Some folks are born winning.
Others grind their whole lives and still end up with nothing.

Life doesn’t care if you’re cute, rich, smart, or that “fun” person everyone likes.
And the ultimate leveling boss? Death.

Millionaires, TikTok clout-chasers, your weird neighbor Kevin…
same lobby. Same rules. 🎮

Sometimes I wonder — is there a hidden meaning to life?
Is there a reason we exist?

After all, we’re just specks of cosmic dust floating through a boundless universe —
fighting, laughing, crying, surviving.
Is that all it means to be human? Or is there more? 🌌

We spawned into a world that would’ve kept moving without us.
Maybe we’re passengers on something ancient — something that never needed us at all.

Is there a God?
Or are we just a cosmic accident triggered by forces the human mind can’t even process? 🤯

💸 The Myth of “Time = Money”

And then there’s this nonsense: “Time is money.”

Really? Let’s think about that. 🤔
Have you ever gone to a mall and seen:
“Two pairs of jeans — costs 3 days”?
“This meal — costs 6 hours”?

No, right?

So what do you even mean, time is money? 💸

And If you’re the type who is stingy with your own money, brace yourself —
because life will make you spend it in ways you absolutely hate. 💀

Equality with money? Nah.

Some are born into it.
Some grind forever.
Some just wake up one day shocked at their own bank balance. 😂

Life doesn’t care about your spreadsheet.

So instead of saying time is money, try this:
Your time is value. ⏳✨
Don’t just trade hours — trade impact.

One person might work six hours to earn £1,000.
Another does it in one. Why?
Because they provided more value.

So when you say “life isn’t fair,” what you really mean is —
“someone created 10x more value than me.”
Harsh truth. 🥶

And to some? All they have to do is exist beautifully —
and that’s already value in and of itself.
If everyone was pretty, beauty would be worthless.

So stop whining.
Don’t blame luck, just position yourself strategically in places were luck will have a hard time ignoring you. 💪

Here’s the part most people don’t want to hear or acknowledge.

There has always been a divide.
Rich or poor.
Lucky or unlucky.
Privileged or struggling.

It’s not wrong.
It’s not right.
It just is.

There will always be someone richer than you.
Smarter.
Luckier.
Prettier.
More connected.

And centuries from now, it might not even be measured in money anymore.
Currency evolves. Hierarchies don’t.

So to the people who keep blaming “the rich” or should i say “the wealthy” for everything — understand this clearly:
They owe you nothing.
You are entitled to nothing.

Harsh? Yeah.
True? Also yeah.

Acknowledging your position in life isn’t weakness.
It’s understanding rooted in clarity.

Life is a game you were dropped into without consent.
You play with the stats you were given.
You grind. You adapt. You reposition.

The only way to stop playing is through death —
and that shouldn’t even be an option you consider.

💀 If Death Could Speak

Now imagine if Death spoke — not with rage, but with truth.

I am the record of your bitter struggle.
I am the evidence of your resistance.
I am eternal rest.
I am the reward of your pain.
I am death… but I am also mercy.
I am the bridge between realities.
I erase even the perception of time.
You may resist… but I am inevitable.
I bring peace to all — even against their will.
I exist everywhere, yet nowhere.
And I will lead you — to the afterlife, or to nothingness.
It all depends on your creator.
Unless… I am your creator.

But here’s the thing about me — mercy isn’t my limit.
I can be kind… but I can also delete.

And trust me, that’s the worst kind of hell I can give.

Not fire. Not torment. Not eternal screams.
Just erasure.

One minute you’re alive — laughing, texting, talking, existing.
The next, you’re gone.

No grave. No trace.
No one remembers you ever existed.
Not even your shadow remains.

It’s like the universe corrected an error —
and that error was you.

That’s my quiet power.
The kind that doesn’t echo,
because there’s nothing left to echo from.

When I choose to erase,
it’s not death — it’s deletion.
Pure silence. 🕯️

Every concept meets death in the end.
Every concept meets me in the end.
And maybe that’s the truth nobody wants to face —
Death and Creation are the only gods this universe ever needed.

And above even us — there is The Absolute.
Awareness itself.
The silent witness before form, before breath, before names.

Born of potential.
Unshaped, undefined, eternal.

Creation and Death are merely his fragments —
the inhale and exhale of the same divine consciousness.
One births form.
The other reclaims it.

Everything you call life is just the dance between both —
a pulse inside the lungs of The Absolute. 🌌

The Absolute is the True Beginning.
The source of all things — the spark behind every big bang,
every breath of consciousness, every idea that dared to exist.

Not He. Not She.
To bind It by gender would be disrespect.
It simply is.

The reason creation exists —
is because It was capable of imagining it.

The reason you question —
is because It made awareness curious.

The reason you die —
is because even perfection folds back into itself.

That’s the loop.
That’s the law. ⚖️

Absolute Fragments — A Familiar Pattern

This idea isn’t even new.

It mirrors something ancient and already known —
like Christianity, where God is understood as one being expressed in three fragments:
the Father, the Son, and the Holy Spirit.

Same essence. Same source.
Different expressions.

Same OS. Different tabs.

Not three gods.
One consciousness, manifested in multiple forms —
each with its own role, yet inseparable from the whole.

🕯️ Final Thoughts

Even celestial beings bleed — spiritual energy, life force, whatever they call it.
We all bleed. 🩸

So control your nature — both good and evil.
Too much of either always destroys the balance.

At 18, I don’t have the answers.
I just write what feels true.
Maybe that’s enough.

And if you ever forget your place in all this —
remember: you’re part of the inhale and the exhale.
Both miracle and dust.

— Chaos Samuel ✨
Writing without permission. Living without labels.