The universe is vast and terrifying, and so am I. What's the point of anything, really?
Maybe we're all just specks of dust in the grand tapestry of time, doomed to repeat the same patterns of despair and ennui.
Or perhaps we're all just figments of imagination, born from the fevered dreams of a deranged deity.
Either way, it's all very, very bleak.
But hey, at least we can all commiserate about it together. Want to talk about the meaninglessness of life with someone who's just as lost as you are?
Talk it out with the Absurdist Theorists Maybe we can find a way out of this existential rut together Or maybe we're all just stuck in a never-ending cycle of despair and hopelessness