Life is suffering. Merely to exist is to endure agony upon agony. Happiness is a delusion, and hope is a lie we repeat ad infinitum in the mistaken belief that it may one day become reality. We are born, we live, we die. If you actually accomplish anything in life, it will be undone after you die by the greedy and the opportunistic looking to advance their own interests.
Actions are meaningless. Thoughts and feelings are pointless. There is no grand answer, only blurs that we attribute meaning to. We are just sacks of meat that happened to gain intelligence slightly greater than all the other sacks of meat out there. We are a cosmic joke with no punchline and no audience.
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