Getting some good writing done

I had seen the thing, that horrid, wretched thing, and it had changed my life. Or rather, it had ended my previous, ignorant life. No longer am I able to go about, seeing the good that people do and allowing it to make me believe that the world is a good place. I know better now. Humanity has no effect on this world, and even less an effect on the universe, and whether it is good or evil. Even our perceptions of good and evil are meaningless. They are but words we have invented that aid us in pretending we understand, pretending we can control.

/thought incomplete