I made learning and creating the meaning of my life, since what everyone else was offering me was just too bland and uninspired to motivate me to anything but hurry my inevitable demise. I will create worlds more horrible and more amazing than this one and I will stick my hands into fire to learn how its heat feels. It may mean nothing in the end, and all this knowledge and creativity will eventually get lost forever. But do you think someone or something witnesses us like how we witness shooting stars?

















