So here we are, or are we? Questions concerning the legitimate status of our existence are more or less par for the course at this point. I've long since abandoned any hope of answering the question of why. From what I can tell, the game is rigged. We comprise not only both teams, but the referee and the audience and the announcers as well. Purpose and meaning are not something handed down to us from on high. They are ours to craft, from whatever raw materials we can assemble. Human beings are basically empty. what if nothing fills that void? what if our brains simply produce a chemical that allows us to feel desire, and whatever we accumulate, physical or emotional or otherwise, can't prevent that feeling from returning?
If this path of logic leads to truth, then what exactly is the point of our obsessive collecting? Are we not merely feeding a deeply rooted addiction, something given sanction by every major aspect of our society?