So you know how everything and everyone dies?

The end.

Jokes. Though that really is kind of the gist of existence isn’t it? No matter how awesome you are, or whether you’re the best tree of all the trees, or even if you’re a wonderous star burning bright in the sky, you will die.

And that fucking sucks.

But it’s okay. Because in the meantime you are not dead. You’re just in an incredible amount of pain! And sometimes that will make you wish you were dead. But wait, even if you died there’s no guarantee there wouldn’t be even more pain! So you’re fucked.

You’re just so fucking fucked.

You can build an empire. You can build a universe even. Yet everything you make will someday be destroyed. And so what gives anything meaning? Purpose?

If you’re a star or a universe, you’re out of luck because this blog is written largely for people. The aliens are listening in no doubt. As well as a couple of viruses, bacteria, and fungi, but really humanity or at leasts human hosts are the target audience.

And to humanity the answer is often humanity. Because connections with people may appear to weaken or darken, but they never disappear. And somewhere out there in the world there is always someone who can understand part of you if not all of you. And just knowing that is a comfort. Just knowing that is a saving grace.

And to humanity the answer is often not humanity. Because sometimes people are so disgusting and awful that you need to shut them out completely. And then you can really only listen to the rest of existence. And remember that even when humans are gone, there are still trees, stars, universes. Existence is a warm embrace. It is the constant knowledge that there is more than void.

So give up on life. Don’t give up on life. That’s all bullshit anyway. Right now you exist. And everything else exists too. And taking a moment to remember that… is very powerful indeed.

Oh right. And love. That’s kind of important too. But much more controversial.