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Depressing, but true. Our very existence as a species is such a fluke. So many things had to occur just right for us to even be here, and that less than a second on a cosmic scale. We are a grain of sand in the Sahara. Now you can interpret this in two ways: Nothing really matters because we may never get off this rock, probably destroying ourselves long before the Sun explodes or... It's beautiful because there is no meaning except to live our lives and love each other and celebrate the mindfuck that is our amazing luck to be here in the first place. I got to get back to work. Have a great day everybody.