They're all just distractions.
Every single one of them, vices we use to distract ourselves from the fact that we're dying.
Distractions from the fact that none of us are going to make it out of here alive.
That our lives mean nothing, because in the end all we will be is dust.
Dust blowing in the wind, desperately hoping to catch on something so that we won't be adrift forever.
Hoping to land somewhere with a good view to distract us.
We are all going to die.
Whether it be today, or tomorrow, or fifty years from now.
You will die, and your life will mean nothing.
So what's the problem with speeding up the process?
