We come from nothing and return to nothing. We will experience nothing beyond this life, which is itself meaningless. Do whatever you want. Or don't. Be good. Or not. It doesn't matter anyway.(Edited 11 seconds later.)
When we return to nothing, after that we shall we turn to something. Reternalist of this thought of the day.
@previous (Catherine !TGirlYJKXM)
The something you were a year ago isn't the something you are today, and the physical something you are in the future will not be entirely the same as what you are now. We consume. We excrete. You are an identity pinned to a cascade of chemical reactions and a constant stream of changing matter. You are a name given to a phenomenon, much like a hurricane or a bend in the river. Even that identity changes as the days pass. Held together only by vague perceptions of continuity, the shallow illusion of you will be different tomorrow and the next day. There is no return. There is only change and the lies we tell ourselves.