Why do you think we are here?
John, Paul, and Bill sit around a campfire.
John turns to Paul, and asks him "Why do you think we are here?"
Paul says "Man, I wonder that all the time. Some people think we exist on Earth in purgatory. We suffer here through the trials and tribulations of life in order to determine if we are good or bad, and where we should end up afterwards. Some think we are in a constant cycle of rebirth, and every life we live is in order to improve our karma and eventually escape the terrible cycle. Or maybe, we're in a simulation created by some extremely advanced civilization with unlimited computing power, with the goal to see how "primitive life" was lived. Personally, I think we are the universe experiencing itself, after all, we are made of star stuff and everything out there in space is just the same shit we are made of, but in a different form. Or maybe nothing matters at all, and we are all truly lost. Or maybe..."
Paul continues on, offering many ideas into this human condition.
John and Bill zone out, listening to the crackling of the campfire and the crickets and locusts and the bullfrogs and the noises of the outdoors.
Finally, Paul stops. And John says "Yeah man, that's crazy. Hey Bill! Why do you think we're here?"
Bill says "Well John, you told us your parents were out of town for the weekend, and you said we could come over and smoke a bunch of weed."
John turns to Paul, and asks him "Why do you think we are here?"
Paul says "Man, I wonder that all the time. Some people think we exist on Earth in purgatory. We suffer here through the trials and tribulations of life in order to determine if we are good or bad, and where we should end up afterwards. Some think we are in a constant cycle of rebirth, and every life we live is in order to improve our karma and eventually escape the terrible cycle. Or maybe, we're in a simulation created by some extremely advanced civilization with unlimited computing power, with the goal to see how "primitive life" was lived. Personally, I think we are the universe experiencing itself, after all, we are made of star stuff and everything out there in space is just the same shit we are made of, but in a different form. Or maybe nothing matters at all, and we are all truly lost. Or maybe..."
Paul continues on, offering many ideas into this human condition.
John and Bill zone out, listening to the crackling of the campfire and the crickets and locusts and the bullfrogs and the noises of the outdoors.
Finally, Paul stops. And John says "Yeah man, that's crazy. Hey Bill! Why do you think we're here?"
Bill says "Well John, you told us your parents were out of town for the weekend, and you said we could come over and smoke a bunch of weed."
