You calculate these things,
perhaps trying to find some sort of reason,
there are an average of 100,000 hairs on the human head,
make some sense of things,
make some sense of anything,
I have,
on average,
80.3 years to live
(laughable..I drink and smoke)
I have some sort of meaning
in this larger universe
The sun is 864,938 miles in diameter,
our galaxy is 100,000 light years across.
There is a reason here,
some variety of meaning given to me
by my senses,
(Phenomenologicialy that is all I have)
And I refuse faith,
I refuse belief,
(It can be argued that while all wars are largely over economic reasons, just as many involve a religious component)
My belief is in reason,
cold and sterile,
but sense,
so I am left with entropy.
Eventual heat death.
But that makes life more precious,
right?
If we aren't fighting for an afterlife,
we just have today,
golden,
gorgeous,
ours.
