Meaningless Vows – I have had a recent spell of very poor health which has caused me to conclude that while life is meaningless in good health, it is even more so in poor health. It may not sound like much, but good health at least makes the impending nothingness more bearable if only because it feels farther away. Health, and even more so youth, makes it feel like there is still time for things to get better, for one to accomplish dreams and greatness, for one to find immortality, and love, and happiness, and wealth, and the answers to all life’s questions. This is, of course, a delusion. While some of these things may be possible and even attainable, that doesn’t mean that they hold a wit of weight against an eternity of nothingness. It is likely all my fault, my poor health that is. If one wants good health one should live healthily. And even more importantly have superb genetics. My problem is that I was too healthy for my own good. As Christopher Hitchens in his deathbed book Mortality once wrote, as I poorly paraphrase, if I hadn’t had such a strong constitution I would’ve taken better care of myself. And what does all this have to do with vows, well naturally nothing. Vows are as meaningless as everything else. Though it may sound similar to many, Brump is simply asking Stoke philosophical questions and not, in fact, asking Stoke to take nihilism’s branch in marriage. It is also important to note that while Brump is religious, Brump’s creators have never seen it fit to make Brump a priest or pastor or prophet. Likely to Brump’s everlasting dismay. And while we are on the topic of meaningless vows let us throw out those of holy orders. Out the window go vows of chastity. Out the window go vows of poverty. Out the window go vows of obedience. Out the window go vows of silence. And here is another meaningless vow that can be defenestrated. I vow to write more… – Zachary