Humanity is slavery. That's the way it's always been. You're a slave to your birth, you're a slave to your needs. Your thoughts are a slave to your language and your personality and deviant proclivities. In your entire universe all has been created. Everything is and nothing isn't. If you want to be free, you have to give up your humanity. Cast off the chains that were laid on your infant brain. Renounce language, renounce reason, renounce reality and dreams and conversations and pain and love and motorcycles. Renounce family and renounce feeling. The best way to do that is to die. But most people aren't that hardcore.

"He had a gun, what did you want me to do!?" a young woman frantically shouted at the stoic meaningman.
"Die. That's what Jesus would do."

When you die you shed your humanity, you become something new. Something completely new and in no way like the thing you were before. You become a god awash in a sea of infinte negative freedom. You're free from so many things, free from everything that ever was. The only thing you aren't free from is freedom. As nobody and nothing the only thing you can't do is anything.

As far as we know though, there's been nothing once before right here in this very corner of the greater universe. In the rules as we understand them nothing can and spontaneously will become something. Here it became everything. But when I, a small facet of this place die, I will become nothing. Just as the universe that I was born in once was.

Everyone and everything becomes the same nothing when they die, and it was nothing that the universe spontaneously emerged from. Nothing is natural.

You're a slave in life, from birth to death. A fragment of the void cut off from the rest and forced to learn and breathe.

He used to say that Master Li answered to him that the fundamental taoist practice is to learn to keep the "Emptiness"

The emptiness keeps me.