Why are we, as human beings, so driven to make sense out of life? Why does there have to be meaning to our existence? I like my life, other than lack of regular female companionship, and it won't ever mean anything. Not going to cure cancer or win a Nobel Prize in physics. I convert oxygen to carbon dioixde just like every1 else. Why can't mankind get beyond the need to believe in a higher power? (Insert deity name here) Has anybody, besides me, ever thought we are just a science experiment left running too long?
