Isn’t the futility of life glaringly obvious when we look back on our own small set of adventures on this planet that has paved way for many of man’s mistakes? Do we not spend our whole lives looking for answers because we think that the next answer would change something, make our lives a little less miserable?
But isn’t it also obvious that the truth is that we know that when we run out of questions, we run of out of not only answers, but also hope? And isn’t hope the reason why most of us are alive right now?