Old mate: This. All of it. A billion miles of sterile space and billion dead years either side of our miraculous existence and here you are bitching about your little problems. The sun will wipe this lot clean soon enough. Get over yourself.
Grif: It’s one of life’s great mysteries isn’t it? Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don’t know, man, but it keeps me up at night.
And some say the end is near.
Some say we’ll see Armageddon soon.
Certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit.
Simmons: You ever wonder why we’re here?
Grif: It’s one of life’s great mysteries isn’t it? Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don’t know, man, but it keeps me up at night.
And some say the end is near.
Some say we’ll see Armageddon soon.
Certainly hope we will
I sure could use a vacation from this
stupid shit, silly shit, stupid shit.
I kind of think the opposite.
If the gift of existence is so rare, then don’t we have a responsibility to make the most of it? The big question is to which end.
I’m not a fan of accelerationists.
Lyrics from Tool’s “Aenema”.
Aahh, I didn’t spot it.
Thanks