And then we get to wonder why we get to wonder what was the cause of all of this, we admit our defeat and we try to at least comprehend the complexity of an atom...
And then time passes and what had happened countless times before happens again, and a human being dies, and it's consciousness is gone, and it's physical remains decompose and the time keeps on going and...
and you realise that there is no point to it. That this wasn't planned. That life in this part of universe is just a coincidence. It might have happened before, and it might happen again. And that all you can do is rejoice while you can (and write posts on the Introvert Island Forums), or pity yourself for being so insignificant, and then you'll be gone.
