posted on Feb, 22 2018 @ 04:33 AM
It is an existential crisis conundrum.
Why are we?
For what reason do we exist?
I've crossed many roads, some without reason. Are we the chicken, in question?
Why do we do what we do. we all die anyway. be it before we cross the road, on the road, or once we reach the other side of it...
Why did the chicken cross the road. Why does anyone's existence have meaning...?
We all die. we're all dead, already. meandering that slow road...