Why does anybody value anything, when in the end, whatever item you may covet is just an assemblage of atoms that will eventually blow away on a cosmic wind. Why do we think so many things matter so much, when they’re just that. Pieces of the universe who’s only definite finctuon is too move from on point, position, and combination to another. Everything, on the most base the world’s levels, is the same, and therefor, none of it has any real value.
Why do I still care about anything?