Just think, we are on a planet, a ball of rock, that is moving through space which is so vast that we could move through it forever and never see another star. We're clinging to it like ants.
And everything that we do will be obliterated and forgotten about. Everything will be lost, all our doings undone, as though they had never existed.
All this time we have been fooling ourselves, giving names to empty collections of atoms, and thinking that they had substance. In reality, nothing and no-one had a name and our concepts were uncatchable will-o-the-wisps which we willingly allowed to deceive us.
What a frightening pre-sleep thought: That to do was the same as not to do.
I insist and declare therefore that all of us are star-crossed and must laugh in the face of fate, defying it. To do so is the only heroism.
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