Life has no meaning. We are told our whole lives to do something that will make us be remembered, But in the end everything is forgotten. So what’s the point? Is their meaning to the butterfly who is born and dies on the same day? Is their a great quest each and every lion is given to have some sort of metaphysical catharsis in which they find the self? Humans are just animals that evolved a little faster than the others. So what you enjoy as all you have is the now. Before you become a memory of a memory with no proof of existence besides a few artifacts encased in dust a millennia from now. Basically vibe then die

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