I’ve been questioning what the purpose of life is lately. It feels kinda pointless. One is born and the only thing certain is that one will die.

If you try to improve the world, the humans a couple of generations down seem to usually screw it up.

If you try to destroy it, well, usually the humans a couple of generations down will try to fix it.

It’s just a cycle. And one’s own participation in it seems to hardly make a dent.

Technology improves things of course.

But it’s like coming up with a nicer looking, smoother turning wheel.

Life is cooler. But you’re still stuck on a wheel.