What is life but a succession of time? A mere ant on the path of giants.

We strive all our lives searching for meaning, joy, some fleeting sense that it was all worth it.

And yet it is pointless. Everything for nothing.

Our very existence goes unnoticed by the stars...

But somehow your being affects all who are here with you and even some who come after...

Meaning is meaningless. Points are pointless.

Your only duty is to live, and your only task is to live fully.

Zarathustra