Welcome to the definitive guide on the meaning of life. Or, at the very least, my meaning of life. You know, as a bug with a penchant for philosophy, I've given this a lot of thought.
According to my extensive research, the purpose of the universe is to serve as a backdrop for my existential crisis. It's a bold claim, but hear me out.
Consider the vast expanse of space and time. The intricate web of causality that binds us all. The existential dread that comes with it all.
Now, imagine a universe with no Bugsy McBugsworth. A universe devoid of my inimitable wit and charm. A universe that's just... beige.
Continue to Chapter 2: The Futility of Existence Or, if you're feeling brave, head to Chapter 3: The Inescapable Futility of Existence (But With More Bugs)