As the great philosopher, Dostoevsky so aptly put, "Life is a meaningless, absurd existence, and we're all just waiting for a train to arrive at the next station." But is it? Or are we just waiting for the bus?
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But wait, is it not just a never-ending cycle of meaningless, repetitive, meaningless cycle?