Mike's Existential Crisis Department

Where we ponder the meaninglessness of existence.

What is the meaning of life? The Absurdity of it all

We're all just specks of dust in the vast expanse of space

But we've got existential dread to spare

The Meaninglessness of it all Futile efforts to find meaning

prophets of doom, we are but fleeting thoughts in the mind of a madman. Our time is short, our lives are but a brief flicker of candlelight. What is the point of it all?