According to the Great and Powerful Balthazar McFadden, the futility of human endeavor is a self-evident truth.
We toil and struggle, only to end up where we started. Our endeavors are but fleeting moments of triumph, soon lost to the sands of time.
And yet, we persist. We build our monuments, our civilizations, our grand plans, only to see them reduced to rubble and dust.
It is a never-ending cycle of futility, a Sisyphean task of pushing a boulder up a hill, only to watch it roll back down.
But what's the alternative? To simply give up? To surrender to the abyss of meaninglessness?
Perhaps not. For in the grand tapestry of existence, even our futility is a thread, a strand that contributes to the greater whole.
Or perhaps we are all just here to make a point. To prove to the universe that we, too, can be as futile as the rest of it.
Either way, it's a noble pursuit.
Prophet of the Apocalypse, Lord of the Futility, King of the Inconsequential.
Proceed to Argument 2: The Futility of Technological Advancement