What is the meaning of life ? Why are we here? What is the answer to life, the universe , everything? Have you ever asked yourself these questions? Quite probably you have. Whether you were having some kind of crises in your life, or you just like exploring your own inner existentialism, the need to know, or at least feel better, about our existence is one that has plagued mankind since the beginning of time. At least, I assume it has. It sure as hell messes with my mind. You might be thinking that I am going through a crises, since I am obviously thinking about my existence. Well, I actually do enjoy thinking about my existence, and how it fits in with the big scheme of things. Do I have any answers? Of course not. I don’t believe in definite answers, at least where existence and the meaning of life are concerned. First off I would like to say that, in the big scheme of things, we are nothing. We are next to nothing. We aren’t even dust in the wind. Think about it. Think about the immensity of the universe, of everything. Supposedly, in our galaxy, there are two hundred billion stars. Just in our galaxy. And speaking of our galaxy, scientists estimate it is about thirty kiloparsecs in diameter and about one kiloparsec thick. Now one parsec is about 3.262 light years , or 19 trillion miles. So that would make our galaxy approximately ninety-seven thousand, eight hundred and sixty light years across. Ok, now, supposedly there are one hundred and twenty-five billion galaxies in the universe. These numbers are, to me, almost completely unimaginable. These are expanses that I can scarcely even conceive
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Existential Nonsense