Why does Life exist?

Is it solely to procreate, an entirely selfish preoccupation? Or is it purely survival? Or something else. In which case, what? Why bother?

What does Life get out of survival? Aside from struggling to exist, that is…

Somebody told me once that the way one feels today is as good as it gets, as good as one will ever feel. Really?

Can I demand a recount? Better yet, maybe I should demand to speak to the Manager…

Published by admad43

Veni, vidi, lusi conkera - I came, I saw, I played conkers. The word is "marmalade". Spread the word. If you don't like what I write, just move on. If you do like it, please do not be embarrassed about sending me money. I will certainly not be embarrassed about taking it. Open your wallet and repeat after me “help yourself”.

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