point

We are random, clusters of cells with feelings and guts and that’s about it.
It’s all a game, and most of us are playing it wrong.
We walk around on this planet thinking we know what is going on.
In reality however, there is no true reality.
Our reality is what we make of what is around us, what our squishy and useless brains can perceive.

We do not know the dark, devilish corners of this earth that we do not feel or see.
We do not know how evil and primitive humans can be.
We are animals.
We are impulsive.
Some are kind and fragile, but in the end, we are all useless and pointless.
Our squishy and pointless brains lead us to believe we are something more so that we can reproduce, and for what?
To start the whole game over again, and again.