"THE MEANING OF LIFE"

"THE MEANING OF LIFE"

Look at the Earth
And it's relationship to the Universe
And it appears as nothing more
Than a used unplugged refrigerator
With a closed door
A warm, damp, isolated environment
Ripe for the growth of disparate spores
We, are the Kudzu of the animal kingdom
The M.R.S.A
MERSA
(Methicillin Resistant Staphylococcus Aureus)
Of backboned organisms
A weed
An incurable disease
A triviality
An anomaly
A fluke.

And because we are alive, living and a part of life
It is arrogant, egocentric, and biased
To believe that life is important,
Of course life is going to cherish and embrace itself
It's in the very nature of nature to flourish,
But 99.9999999 repeated forever percent
Of the entire Universe is lethally hostile towards it
Much less supportive of it.
This makes life special
But it doesn't make it good, sacred or even precious
Just insignificant at best.

Life,
If nothing outside of it
Besides itself
Desires it
Does it even have value ?

We are self aware
But ignorant of our origin
Searching desperately for missing links
And filling in the blanks with fiction,
Constantly questioning the obvious
Oblivious to our own ignorance
Once we see we come from scum
We deny it and return to faith,

I have little respect for hardly anyone
We are weak and stupid, useless, human refuse, moldy waste.

Put here, solely by luck,

and the simple fact that -

IT FEELS REALLY GREAT WHEN WE FUCK.