The meaning of our non-existence.

I wish we all lived in such a way that nobody would ever be hurt. No heartbreak. No disappointment. No war. Freedom is a state of mind, not a right. Suffering will always be, and will always claim a victim for the greater good that is a lie.

I puzzled out the reason we exist, which is  that there is no reason. We are chance and mutations. We could be wiped off the face of the planet, and not a single thing would sadden from it. We are the the most ignorant species for thinking we are all important to the planet. You may counter with love, and humanity. This is an empty argument. Because emotions such as these are merely chemical reactions in the brain fooling our bodies into believing the we really understand what is going on.

I truly believe humans to be a pointless, maybe even ridiculous article in the ever expanding space of endless darkness. Mind over matter can be taken so far as to say that if I don't believe anyone exists, then nobody does.

I'm now toying with the idea that nobody will read this, because no one exists. It is a complete waste of my time to write this, but time is an illusion thought up to be wasted. Clicking the publish button would be the same as not, there would be no difference. So why do I write? To exploit your chemically retarded brains.