CJBarretOfSouthLands

The Soul of a Man My dad died today. As I sat there, tears pouring down my thinning face, I realised something that I had yet to. I realized something that no man or woman should ever have to realise. We are unimportant. We are but a few markings on the cave painting that is the history of life, the universe and everything. Nothing that we do will ever be important; nothing we do will ever matter. Yet, as a species, we are designed to survive, not in the knowledge of this fact, but in spite of it. We are meant to soldier on through the worst of the worst safe in the knowledge that ‘we will be remembered’. This is a lie, my friend