As we trudge through the existential wasteland, we find ourselves lost in an ocean of uncertainty. Our lives are but fleeting moments of consciousness, mere ripples on the pond of time.
And yet, we toil on, driven by some primal urge to exist, to be seen, to be heard, to be noticed. But what's the point, really?
Read on for more of our collective existential crisis:
Mandate 33-04-02-10: The Futility of Hope
Mandate 33-04-02-11: In Search of Meaning, or the Search for Meaning, or Something