I could die today, I could die tomorrow. Or, as probability has it, in 30 000 days. The point is, does it matter, at all? I could live life, accomplish feats, create a family and so on. But, when my cortex' loose their electricity, my consciousness is gone, and with it the purpose of everything I ever did in life. The most basic goals of life are in reality meaningless. My genes will be washed out, and even if some of them survives the course of human history, it will end. The only real question to be addressed is that of "is life worth living?".

In the end, there is no point, at all.

I'll live life now, theres no matter worrying about its end.


Attrius


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