posted on May, 7 2003 @ 01:45 PM
Life is life is life. It's a never-ending continuum of nothingness. The meaning of life... I think... is just to exist, expirience, and move on. And
once you're dead... no one notices. They forget the past and cotinue to move on as a race. That's the meaning of life.
But yet... Does even that explain true meaning? Lookin' at the real effect we have in this big expanse of absolutely nothing we call the Universe, it
makes us look bad. We try as hard as we can, and yet we still have no real impact on anything but us.
I see it as sad. We try very hard to see what our meaning is, but yet we don't really have one. We're the luck of the draw. Some stupid race that
evolved from God's first creatures on some little dustball of a planet. We got lucky. We got real lucky when our distant ancestors finally picked up
a rock and said "Can I use this?" And since then, what has our intellect got us? Nothing. So this pretty much shoots down the "learn, live, and
In the end..... It is pointless trying to figure out why we're here. It's futile to try and discover what our tiny brains can't understand. I just
don't get it why people care. But hey, it's your life. Go ahead and spend it pondering the indiscoverable.