If you are sufficiently evolved and managed to provide yourself with enough of the luxury item called ‘time’ you have probably figured out that even the meaningful cards at the end of each one of Charles Michael Levine‘s Big Mac(s), have no point.
To provide those less fortunate with instant gratification:
Life has no point.
No depression, no resentment in fact not much emote type things happening at all. Simply the fact that from and individual and singular perspective life is quite pointless.
We all start out something like the photograph and we all end up as nothing as even grains of sand evaporate into nothing over a billion years.
Does this mean that we only exist to pro-create? Only exist to create?, to introduce and release the age of the machine into the multiverse?, to eventually overcome evolution and result in the end of our own species? To do as the legendary Cyndi Lauper suggests and only have fun? (The coolest people have three first names at birth!) To curl into a fetal ball and sink into the depths of clinical depression whilst at the same time chewing on the pulse of a wrist?
Well what is the point?
(BTW – You Rock Cynthia!)
Does the person with the most toys at time of death, win the game? The truth is that life is all about perspective. From the billionaire to the cardboard box dweller, from the worker drone to the brain surgeon, it’s all the same even if from your perspective it seems not to be…