What's the point? Nothing has meaning, in the end, chaos rules, and will continue like it always have. From something to nothing, over and over.
Though to say nothing has meaning is not to say nothing matters, for there is a perverse order in the chaos that rules our lives, creating great things from the vast
oblivion that is everything. Love, pain, pride, joy, despair, passion. All desperately important, all desperately meaningless. This is the life we live, and if we
don't make something out of it, then chaos will swallow everything; happiness, fear, delight and terror. Surely these matter, and are worth living for, regardless of
whether they mean anything at all.
