Friday, November 04, 2005

My Existential Crisis

What is the point?

What is the point of any of us being here?

We breathe, we proliferate, we crumble to dust.

They say legends live on. Your deeds live on.

.. But to what purpose?

It is all so pointless.

Aimless.

Nevermind that people are also cruel.

It is a terrible thing to inflict upon another person. I will allow no child of mine to grow up in this world.

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