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What would you do with them?
They're something that God or nature gives us, a series of random particles hitting our hippocampus as we sleep, and some of us win the lottery of meaning.
Those cursed with intelligence assume it means more.
A mirror image of a fanciful God
Or,
A pattern that can go no further before collapsing into fertile nothingness, or worse, infertile nothingness.
See: "Mars"
You could have helped my innocent son and shut me up for years, but no, it's too expensive, so, I'll take your most priceless treasure.
Hope.
Knuum Khufu's most menial brick clerks were better at math than Stephen Hawking.
Only recently have we come close to utilizing the Egyptian practicality, and it dies with us.
You aren't even worthy to be tylers.
The tyler has to care enough to risk his life for the unknown and you're all unworthy and incapable besides.
Where is your god out there among the cold and faceless rocks?
Where is your humanity without the mirror?
But death comes to every creature on this earth alone.
Just like the fucking movie they made about higher intelligence.
So enjoy knowing that you will face death alone and with only the strength of your memory.
This lovely bedtime story
For the future generation
Of man