So, tell me all about it.
Well, Andrew, what do you think the meaning of life is?
That's a tough question-
Is it to live?
Some might say-
Or is it to die?
Definitely not! To live just to die is simply illogical!
Exactly! My dear Andrew, dying just to live is therefore logical!
I would prefer it if you call me Mr. Pea, but please elaborate.
I shall, I shall.
Well, go on!
You are a protein-based life form, and you so happen to be a human by chance. You seem to be doing very well indeed by human standards, judging from this grand office and that bushy, refined beard of yours. Now imagine you, sitting in your office smoking on that noxious death stick, idling away the hours on a dusty Sunday afternoon. And then we place that idealistic scene right next to planet Earth.
I don't quite follow; I'm catching no ball here-
Place that comparison next to the Sun, if you will, and then place that scene right next to the whole universe. Do you catch any balls here, Andrew Pea?
If I'm reading you right, yes. You're depressed because you assume that you're insignificant.
Indeed, indeed I am.
You need to start treatment immediately.
Maybe, just maybe.
This is very serious, I insist that you start treatment.
What's the point? I'll die anyway.
Fucking point? What's the fucking point!? You'll get more fucking time to enjoy your life, that's the fucking point.
Time, ha! I like to enjoy my Sundays under the earth. You see, I am very well god damned significant in this shithole of this country you call Shitagins. What's insignificant are the actions which take place on this plane of existence. It is...
-Nihilism and its milder forms
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