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I am nothing. I do nothing. I feel nothing. My mere existence is pure nothingness. The air I breathe is a regurgitation of plants. The food I eat is the material waste of once-living organisms. I go to school to let the thoughts of the dead infiltrate my mind only to recite those same exact thoughts later. I get a job and work for a monetary reward only to be spent in efforts of continuing the never-ending cycle of supply and demand. And maybe one day I will reproduce only to continue this cycle of nothingness. And all this for what? So that one day the world can end as it began with some type of big-bang or implosion? What’s the point again?