I've always known this. Which is why I get a little confused when I hear people lamenting about how insignificant we are. I've luckily never had some delusion that I was at all important beyond my personal life. Seems quite egotistic to me to believe that I'm special. The sooner we realize we're just dumb parasites on the outer layer of an infinitesimally tiny little mode of dust, the better.

Though I do take quite a bit of issue with people claiming our lives are meaningless simply because we are tiny.

Take the Pillars of Creation of example: one of those pillars is 4 light years in length; that's nearly 40 trillion kilometers long. Entire stars have apparently been incubating inside these things. But do these things have meaning? They're just doing what they naturally do. Sheer happenstance has seemed to bring this immense amount of gas together and they are simply acting accordingly.

Life, to me, is a fuck of a lot more impressive than a whole lot of matter zoomin' around in a vacuum. Not only life, but conscience, sentience, love, emotions, and innovation. We are an anomaly, a beautiful fluke. If you don't think humanity, or even life itself is meaningful, then what is? If you can't come up with an answer then why the hell do you put so much weight behind how meaningful something is?

I personally see meaning as meaningless within itself. Worrying about it makes being a useless, helpless accident all way more depressing than it actually needs to be.

Wow. Reading over what I've just written makes me wonder how I've made it this far in my adolescence without going through some crushing existential funk.