Existence is futile. this simple statement is an inconvenient truth. many of us (the human species) spend their whole lives in pursuit of a goal that they hope will get them remembered for generations. even if one acheives such exalteration they've hardly altered the course of human history and even if they did, so what? who is going to care if we get off this rock prison we call earth or if we bake ourselves alive. nothing anyone can do can stop the sun from exploding nor the universe from ending in the heat death 1e+100 years from now.
