Let's talk about the futility of life as we know it. There is no purpose to life,
as far as I can see. If someone works hard, gets a high-paying job, moves to Suburbanville with
his or her lovely family and lives happilly ever after, what will they have gained? Hapiness, you say. Fulfillment, you say.
Love, you say. Well, what are those things? Nothing but chemically induced illusions. The products of neurons banging into
other neurons or doing whatever it is neurons do. You want to make an impact. An impact on what? The Earth has been around for
2 billion+ years. The universe, a million times that. It's been around longer than you, longer than life. After you and
everyone and everything you know are gone, it will still be here. When I die, the suns will still burn and the planets will still
turn. Life is a fluke. Once upon a time, two atoms were fantastically lucky enough to bang into each other in just the right way.
A billion years later, we have life. The universe was nothing and everything, is nothing and everything, and will always be nothing
and everything. All action is irrelevant and futile, because nothing can ever be gained or lost. In the end, it all amounts to Blech. Or as Shakespear said:
"To-morrow, and to-morrow, and to-morrow,
Creeps in this petty pace from day to day
To the last syllable of recorded time;
And all our yesterdays have lighted fools
The way to dusty death. Out, out, brief candle!
Life's but a walking shadow, a poor player
That struts and frets his hour upon the stage
And then is heard no more. It is a tale
Told by an idiot, full of sound and fury,
Signifying nothing. "
-Shakespeare, Macbeth V, v, ll. 21-32
So now, what is the meaning of life? If there is nothing and everything and I can't do anything about it all, why should I bother going
to work. Well, I suppose, since we are lucky enough to be tricked by a bunch of chemicals and electricity into thinking we are happy,
the meaning of life is to be happy. Forget everything I've just said, block it out of your mind, don't question anything and be happy.
Even though happiness is nothing and will eventually amount to nothing, it's a pretty damn pleasant illusion, and if you excuse me, I
think I'm going to indulge myself in it. Good day.