Hmmm...I would just like to ask why is it that everyone believes that
their live needs has a purpose? Whether we have to die sometime or not
doesn't change the point that no living thing has a purpose except for
the basic instinct for passing on knowledge for the better of the race,
a rudimentary survival instinct built into each of us.

But what of it? We grow up, taking in the experience from others, making
our own and pass it on before we ourselves pass away. Death -is- in each
of us but that doesn't make it -not- pointless. In fact, being it were
true that we all die off eventually, it would make life even the more
pointless. We go through life making friends and family, doing
everything that we're doing now, and for what? For us to just wither
away in our graves and become forgotten?

Even if we do our best and get ourselves written down in history, well
that's all it is, words. Coming down to it, everything that we also feel
now is pointless and fake. Everything! All that we feel are down for
personal gain, making friends because surviving in packs makes sense,
feel empathy so to carry on making yourself closer. Friendship is fake
because it's just all a survival instinct and to try and give our lives
'meaning'.

If we were to live for our friends, then that reason's dumb too. They
all do die off eventually. Everyone dies alone...

Pain is fake,
Happiness is fake,
Love is fake!
All a tool to get us living longer for endless and senseless
reproduction...
AAargggh..! Why do we live at all?

Penned by my hand on the 21st of Ero, in the year 359 AF.