What is life? Is it nothing more than the endless search for a purpose? And what is a purpose but a constant reminder that we're all only one lunatic attack away from oblivion? And what of the poor children? Future forever changed, destined to an existential swim down the river of life to... an unknowable destiny?

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Just questioning existence