There is no reason of being. In a few decades time (an illusion that controls us) we'll be reduced to ashes and the world is nearing death. Life really is what you make it; enjoy it. I'm really conflicted to as of why, in billions of years of creation, in a universe infinite and beautiful, I - we were created. What started all of this? How did the 'Big Bang' start? What's the bigger picture? Have I dreamt my life and imagined everything, or are we part of a computer stimulation? If so, why? Who/what built the computers, and who/what made them?
Why have we fabricated this society of government and economy? We've created symbols that may only be understood in certain places of our small but big world, yet they have so much power. They create worlds and save lives and ugh whatever im tired i need to sort things out k bye