Existentialism
Sometimes … during the long, dark teatime of the soul that is Life … I contemplate the futility of it all: the mind-numbing, spirit-sapping, soul-crushing drudgery of our cradle-to-grave existence, at the end of which very few of us will have achieved more than nothing of any consequence at best and merely contributed, along our way, to the ongoing denuding of the Environment by manufacturing, marketing, selling, purchasing and ‘upgrading’ items in the grand parade of ‘retail therapy’ consumer culture — the human race … too fat to run, too stupid to hide … seemingly incapable of getting, if not outright intent on missing, the point altogether.
What’s it all about … really … when we get down to it?
Where will it all end … and does it even matter?
Is there some grand scheme in which we (albeit unwittingly, perhaps) play our part(s)?
Or are we just biological automata feeding, fighting and fornicating … reproducing, generation after generation, to no end for no purpose, whilst the world spins slowly into the Sun?
*sigh*
I know exactly what that little boy meant.
