there's a question that i run into that really sort of perplexes me. people ask if there's no god then where is the meaning in your life? what's so strange about this question is that i can tell they really mean it. when i imagine having a celestial father to pay my respects to, that doesn't offer me any sort of meaning that i care for. my existence is just a testament to your greatness? yea, no thanks. and yet when i try to think of a better reason to exist i come up empty handed. any singular reason wouldn't really seem sufficient for all of this. in fact it seems like if i try to introduce any specific reason for existing then the whole thing turns into a celestial machine that is engineered to perform a single task. it takes all of the romance out of existence, and certainly out of the individual lives of the cogs in that machine. so in fact i hope there's not a reason. i hope it just exists and we're stranded here questioning it without any hope of a final answer.