…..the hours came and went, the days came and went, the weeks came and went, the months came and went, the years came and went, the decades came and went…..and she still stubbornly kept struggling to decipher the meaning of life—the deep-down, transcendent reason for why human beings are allowed—Encouraged!—to live transitorily on the surface of this unassuming little planet of ours in a universe without end. Why finitude in a system defined or, rather—undefined—by infinity? That implicitly doesn’t make any sense. Death and infinity are not compatible principles and do not come remotely close to explaining consciousness, even allowing for the fact those same molecules of life persevere and “live on” inertly against the backdrop of an endless universe after sentience has fled a mortal body. How can order and disorder peacefully exist in the same system unless a greater power isn’t orchestrating the machinations of said system to ensure discordance? Is there any beauty and meaning in nothingness…..in randomness…..in pointlessness…..in benign anarchy? Are “nothing” and “irrelevance” the universal answers to everything? How…..????? Why????? But the years finally caught up to her—predictably and in direct compliance with the elementary and well understood laws of biology and physiology—and she died quietly and minus the cacophony of saluting trumpets others might cherish, still no closer to the truth she pined for more than anything and sans any clue insofar as to why she had been born in the first place……
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