Existential Dread
October 17, 2024•350 words
I know that none of things I like to do are important. I know making a few little tunes and piecing together a few words do not make one bit of difference to the world. I know that perhaps nothing any of us do has any importance at all, and yet we place so much importance on the meaning of our lives and improving ourselves and humanity.
Sometimes I zoom out to look at the big picture and all I see is one day homo sapiens will be extinct (phew!), the Earth will become an uninhabitable rock (poss...
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