There isn’t always a purpose to everything. Some things just happen as a result of other things, and those in turn have more results. There’s no purpose. It’s like the death of a brain cell, that just lived to harbour a few thoughts that caught your fancy, and once you’re done thinking those thoughts, the damn things just dies. It knows not what it lives for and whether or not the thoughts it churns up have any use for your already menial existence. Whether or not it will see the light of the day, is not in the imagination of that insignificant brain cell. Insignificant it is, but its thoughts aren’t. It goes about its day drinking up the sugars from your blood, and the occasional alcohol that you feed it on Friday evenings. It swims in the blood rush that the dilated vessels give it, throws up vivid visuals, plays sounds out to you. And then one morning it doesn’t wake up. It just dies, and is replaced by a new one; a younger, hungrier cell that has the arduous task of living up to the legacy left behind by its predecessor. It’s just a brain cell after all. What of those thoughts, and ideas it gives you. It dies anyway.
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