If our constant need to define ourselves didn't exist, then what would happen? We would all realize how completely minuscule and insignificant we seem compared to the vastness of our universe? I wouldn't be, I'm not ok with that. I need purpose. There must be a reason for life, a hidden meaning.
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Think about this and tell me what you think. I like to hear others thoughts!
With raging curiosity,
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