The Meaning of Life

Meaning of life? Are you kidding? Being alive isn’t enough for you? The completely unfathomable confluence of cosmic, historical and microscopic factors and events that have lead to you, right here and now, breathing in gas that sustains a bio-electrical system while you hurtle through the endless, expanding cosmos on the dried, outer crust of a giant molten space rock isn’t enough? It also has to “mean” something? That’s like looking at the Mona Lisa or Picasso’s Guernica and being like “yeeeeah, but what does it do?” Trying to make our existence mean something or “be for” something is the essential fallacy of humankind, and the foundation upon which our most destructive institutions have been built . Because the cold, flat truth that it’s just us being assholes and pretending to know what’s going on, and that’s it, is pretty painful.  I mean its 2012 and we don’t even know why we yawn. Let’s just be happy most of us have pants and rape isn’t the currency and call it a day.

(i emailed this to myself two weeks ago when i was high)