we living things.
why do we live?
There is is no reason. It’s all reasonless. EVen the birds, even the microscopic life. It’s all meaningless. Each effects one another, but all is utterly fucking meaningless. The fact everything has connections, effecting one another gives the illusion of meaning. But those connection don’t mean a damn thing, in the end.
I only know I’m scared of death. But, logically I know death is the greatest condition for there is no suffering despite the meaningless of it all.