It's a rainy day on the rural highways of nowhere, Arkansas, and the biggest thing I can see in the distance is a water tower, smaller than a thimble at arm's length.
In reality, one bad tornado has the capability of destroying everything and everyone that water tower tends to. If there were no paved roadways around here, that kind of tragedy could go unnoticed for awhile. Mother Nature wouldn't phone the families; she never really intended to be a mother in the first place. Her children were the ones that called themselves children and put a meaning to the concept of love and family. Grandmother Earth cares even less; she'll be here no matter what her daughter destroys or what her descendants pollute the air with. If anything, she's given up on them for being suicidal. They're just killing themselves at this point. Let them.
So maybe there's no meaning to life. Maybe whatever we do only works toward creating something we can be proud of, to impress ourselves with what we've managed to make out of nothing. The universe didn't start with biology, and biology won't be its end.
The world didn't start with you in it, and you won't be its demise.
Make your uselessness worth it.
