I was thinking about this the other day. There can be no true meaning in a materialistic
world in which nothing has any real purpose or permanence. Nothing is even
real. I'm not real, You're not real. We're just temporary
assemblages of atoms, molecules and electric impulses or whatever whose only
significance is to pass on our meaninglessness. Is it any wonder that when we
peel away the illusions we comfort ourselves with we feel so empty?
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