We delude ourselves every day into believing our actions mean something, that we, as a race, truly mean something. Life is not a journey, life doesn’t matter at all; we are a trace aspect of a monstrous universe, a universe of rage where stars live off and devour each other as cannibals.  

'And sat upright. While drearisome

Arose the howl of wakened hounds:

The mouse let fall the alter-crumb,

The worms drew back into the mounds.'