The Futility of Everything

In an infinite expanse of nothingness, we find the abyss of our own insignificance.

For in the grand tapestry of time, we are but a fleeting fart in the cosmic breeze.

		Why Bother?
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		It's a question that has puzzled sages and scholastics alike.
		We toil and strive, only to succumb to the inevitable.
		Our efforts, a droplet of water in the boundless sea.