I am responsible for everything...except for my very responsibility, for I am not the foundation of my being. Therefore everything takes place as if I were compelled to be responsible. I am abandoned in the world...in the sense that I find myself suddenly alone and without help, engaged in a world for which I bear the whole responsibility without being able, whatever I do, to tear myself away from this responsibility for an instant.
I am an existentialist. Some of you may not know what this means. It means that I believe the world, the universe, all of creation itself, has no meaning except that which we impose on it. Some may see this as silly, considering I believe in a tall, slender being with godlike abilities. But the Slender Man is not God, merely godlike. Some believe that he is a Tulpa -- created using our very own thoughts, the ultimate reflection of an existential world -- but I do not believe that. If he was created with our thoughts, he would have been easier to comprehend, but he is not.
It does not matter what he is or where he came from, he is here now. And everyone who sees him assigns their own meaning to him. Perhaps this is why there are so many different versions of him -- because different people see him in different ways. For some people, he is a ghost-like being, haunting the very corners of their eyes; for others, he is a rampaging monster, a minotaur in the center of a labyrinth. For some, he has no servants; for others, he has cults; and for others still, he has a whole bureaucracy attached to him, a ladder of servants assigned to his every whim.
These details are irrelevant. The only detail that matters is that he exists. Existence precedes essence. And since he exists, it is our responsibility to get rid of him.
With despair, true optimism begins: the optimism of the man who expects nothing, who knows he has no rights and nothing coming to him, who rejoices in counting on himself alone and in acting alone for the good of all.
So, we come to this: we must end the Slender Man. Because the world has no meaning except that which we impose on it, so we must not let the Slender Man impose its own incomprehensible meaning. We must impose the meaning that is best, that is good. We must be good ourselves and face our fates with eyes open. We must make this into a world that is, if not good, than better than it was.
We must because we can.