Today, I woke up, and I thought, "You know what? The world is just too much like... well, like the world." I mean, it's all just a bunch of stuff that's just existing, right? And I'm just existing too, like a tiny little cog in this giant machine of existence. And don't even get me started on the meaninglessness of it all. I mean, what's the point of any of it? Is it just to be a human, to breathe, to eat, to sleep? No, it's not just that. It's more. It's... more.
You see, the thing is, we're all just specks of dust in the grand tapestry of time. Like, what's the point of any of it? Do the threads of our lives just randomly intersect, then diverge, then re-intersect, then... nope, it's all just a bunch of meaningless nonsense.
And don't even get me started on the concept of free will. Ha! Like, we all think we have it, but we don't, right? It's all just a bunch of predestined, predetermined, meaningless, meaningless, meaningless... You know what? I'm just going to stop now.