Everything is a fucking joke, isn’t it?
Why do people get up in the morning? Why does anyone care?
I’ll tell you a story.
There was a beast who lived in the middle of a wasteland. This wasteland never received any rain, and the sun baked it until the ground cracked and all plant life died from the lack of water.
The beast was very small, with two heads. Each head hated the other and they would bicker at each other, the one trying to kill the other, all day long. The first head was aggressive and refused to relent. The second head was passive and refused to attack.
After many years of bickering, and fighting, and wandering the wasteland, the first head finally delivered a mortal blow to the second.
The beast died from the blow, and cursed itself with it’s last breath.