Heh, like the skeleton of a munk in Rome, and the caption:
"What you are, I used to be. What I am, you will be"
Or, to quote Bad Religion:
I'm not good at giving morals,
and I don't fear the consequence,
if life makes you scared and bitter,
at least its not for very long Heheh, there's comfort in that, eh?
Ah, yes, the ever existential questions in life. I feel with you Udie, for you face the same questions I do. I look at the people around me, and I think that soon, we all shall have been, never to be again. Just like the individual that made the flint axe I saw at the museum, an axe made 3000 years ago.
Alas, such is the cycle of life. Here today, gone tomorrow. And it really doesn't change a thing - all living organic things on theis grea tplanet of ours is but a fart in space in the grand scheme of things. The universe does not care when gigantic systems collide. It does not shed a tear when great suns are swallowed by greater suns. It will not worry when all the water on a fine little planet is vaporized in an instant as a star expands millions of times.
But, here we are, idly watching these things we see as constants, dimly trying (and for most, succeeding) to repress the truths in life. It does not matter, in the end, whatever you do. The worst things, the best, all will be naught, diluted by the vast expanse of events around you. Soon again, the particles and connections that make you a sentient being will be spread across the universe, be altered and never be the same.
And whatever you do on this little planet, it will only have the most miniscule effect on the grander scale of things.
So, smile, drink and be happy. Beats the crap outta the alternative.
And always consider the odds - how diddlying likely was it that you'd be sentient of the great things, the massive mindboggling complexity of the universe around you? Not very.
So you better be thankful for it Santa, you ungrateful bastard.
