I do know that we can attach meaning to our lives and the world that we live in. It’s not actually there (the meaning), but we make it real by believing in it, I guess. It’s hard to believe in something, though, when you know that it’s only real because you make it real.
I don’t believe in God, but if he were real, I wonder whether he would feel like that sometimes? Like, all these little creatures, this planet, these plants, these other planets and all these stars, do they really matter? I created them, so what’s the big deal?
Kind of arrogant and selfish, huh?