Everyone dies. Sometimes, you don't make it past birth. Sometimes, you curse your maker for keeping you alive to 105. Either way, we all equally fucked
And our life, our existence, is less than the blink of an eye on a cosmic scale. We are alone, and no one can save us from ourselves. We have one home, and we're not treating it very well (almost as poorly as we treat each other).
Who's going to notice? Who's going to care? We are irrelevant, so much so that in yet another blink of a cosmic eye, we will never have existed. No one will notice, no one will care. Because no one, is. Everything you have done, everything you have been or ever will be, doesn't matter, has never mattered, and will never matter. You? Me? That chair you're sitting on? It's nothing. We, are nothing.
shit that was deep. I'll be here all day, folks.