Cosmic_Traveler

I'm just a complex collection of particles that, while attempting to metabolize other simpler compounds and self-replicate to prolong my and others' lives, has achieved some level of sapience. This level of consciousness has allowed me to ponder and evaluate my existence and the universe in which I reside, which leads to profound consequences. In one hand, my greater perceptive abilities and my biological state give me a greater potential to survive and allow me to find joy in happiness-inducing activities, which escape reason to some extent. However, this sword of intelligence is double-edged and causes me to realize the utter redundancy of life and the objective meaninglessness of everything. I understand that I happen to live in a brief time and minute space relative to the universe. As a matter of fact in thermodynamics, I will eventually run out of energy to continue existing in the complex state I currently inhabit. The heat death of this universe is the inevitable, ultimate fate that everything currently within its fabric must eventually accept. However, this conclusion inspires ever more resolve in me to live for all it's subjectively worth, as a conscious being which enables the cosmos to better understand and ultimately know itself.