I’ve always felt one of the fundamental questions was: Is Life serious? Or is it basically just a game?

It’s not easy being a human being (I think most of us would agree with that) (it’s probably one of the FEW things most of us would agree with).

I mean. You’re born. And most of us didn’t ASK to be born. But suddenly you’re born. And you’re thrust out into this world of harsh, sharp objects and pain.

And you’re not even given an instructional manual (“That was a birth certificate they gave you, not a written guarantee.”).

So you just start winging it. You’re drawn to the pleasures (masturbation, cheeseburgers, nice sunsets, drugs, rocknroll and sports).

And you try to avoid the pains (people punching you in the head, diseases, boring TV sit-coms).

So you stumble onwards. Trying to Make A Life For Yourself.

While knowing all along that Death is looming. And within a few short years you are gonna be facing Oblivion.

But that’s the game.

At least you HOPE it’s just a game.

Or is it serious?

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