As the universe careens towards its eventual heat death, what's the point of it all, anyway?
Epictetus, the wisest of the wise, once said, "The universe is like a dog slobbering over a meat carcass, unaware of the futility of existence."
But what about us, mere mortals, caught in this cosmic charade? Should we not strive for something, anything, more?
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Or, if you'd rather, learn to meditate away your existential dread.