humans, and all life for that matter, are nothing but coincidences. We will die, our planet will be destroyed, our sun will go, making even life on Mars an unrealistic dream. And after all of that, we will be forgotten. There won't be anyone to remember us. I'm not referring to the entire population of people as "us," but just you and me. Everything we've ever done won't be remembered by anybody. I'm feeling pretty weird about this all. There's basically no point to life; we are nothing but a ripped condom in the smorgasbord orgy that is the Big Bang. Discuss.