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There are no grainy pictures of average-looking teenage girls pathetically pleading for attention on the diaries page, so I'd say things are looking up.
However, from a broader perspective, we are all most assuredly going to die and our once-precious earthly remains will rot, putrefy, turn to dust and eventually, even our tombstones (those of us lucky enough to get a decent burial -- not as common as it once was) will sooner or later wear away to sand and be blown to the winds. Those foolish enough to have made a meaningless gesture towards immortality through the sham of procreation will be forgotten by their descendents, sooner or later. Their memories will fade. Even their most distant descendent will die too some day, and be swallowed up by eterntity. What then?
NOTHING, I tell you. We are all rushing faster than we can even dream straight towards an utter void. There is no point to anything because it is all just a fraction of the tininest point of near-nothingness inside an ephmeral spark, flashing through the unspeakable vastness of a universe of such size and age that the sum total of every civilizaion on every planet on every star and ever re-born galaxy in the long cycle of folly is not worth even noticing.
If there were anyone there to notice. There isn't. There is nothing but a few specks of dust and rock drowned in an infinte ocean of empytness. Say hi to all that emptyness. It won's say hi back, so just accept it. We are less than nothing in a universe that amounts to less than nothing.
Nothing will come of nothing.
I do, I do, I do
--Bikini Kill
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