Think a moment
Imagine a world where nothing truly has meaning
Other tgan what you give it
Now look at the admirable
The noble of heart
The selfless do goods
Isnt their beautiful purpose made up?
A grand lie they have weaved their story into?
Isnt that kind of bullshit, yet neccisary?
Perhaps dwelling on it is as useful as its futile
Brutal truth of there being no such idea
Except the ones we tell ourselves