I'm not about to go into a long speech, I just question it sometimes. What are we doing here? Do we have a purpose, or are we all crazy coincidences? I Read Socrates's Allegory of the Cave, and it got my mind thinking (as good philosophy should do), "Am I simply chained to a wall, unable to see truth?". But regardless if everything is real, or if i'm just imaging it, I'm gonna try to be happy.
"Imagine a Puddle waking up one morning and thinking,
'This is an interesting world I find myself in. An interesting hole I find myself in, it fits me rather neatly, doesn't it?
In fact it fits me staggeringly well, must have been made to have me in it!'
This is such a powerful idea that as the sun rises in the sky and the air heats up and as, gradually, the puddle gets smaller and smaller, it's still frantically hanging on to the notion that everything's going to be alright,
because this world was meant to have him in it, was built to have him in it,
so the moment he disappears catches him rather by surprise"
-Douglas Adams
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