There is no god.
We are ants keeping busy until we become corpses.
Even if you manage to do something that “matters”
Regardless of how important, life affirming, or significant it seems.
Most people on this Earth will just not care.
No matter how long it lasts the day will come
where the sun explodes and nothing will be here.
The only thing that’s forever is space.
Not the stars not the planets
The space in between everything we stare and point at.
We only exist to fill it.
It’s all only here, we’re only here because if we weren’t nothing would be.
Our only real purpose is to be aware and observe.
It’s the closest thing to a religious belief I can accept or feel.
We’re not here because we were chosen
Or because something decided we should be.
We’re here because eventually
Something had to be.
With all the possibilities.
All the things floating around
Crashing, exploding, creating
The right combination was going to happen.
to make something that could look at everything else
Not just look, but know.
That’s there. I can’t touch it. I don’t understand it, but it’s there.
And that’s what we are.
They threw enough paint onto a blank space
In enough ways
To create an actual image out of the blurs and blotches.
And so even though
nothing we do will matter once this planet is either destroyed
or just becomes inhabitable.
I think that the fact
that all that happened
And it lead to this this moment
Between me and whoever is reading this
Is amazing enough to make up for it.