What is the meaning of human existence?
What a narcissistic inquiry.
What if we considered the possibility that maybe, in the meager 200,000 years that Homo sapiens have existed, the bacteria residing inside our intestines, feeding on our shit, have actually evolved into sentient beings. These gut flora have exceeded our cognitive progression to such an extent, that the need for primitive, matter based technologies such as the ones we depend on have become obsolete to them. They have uncovered all of the mysteries of the universe and have thus realized that the most rational course of action is to spend the remainder of their existence dwelling in our rectums and ingesting our feces.
Think about that the next time you take a fucking dump.
Misanthropic Emoticon.

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