All of this doesn’t matter. Eat, fuck, sleep, or starve, don’t fuck, or don’t sleep. Find love in another and enjoy the sunset, the clouds, the breeze. Leave all of human endeavors to them.
Contemplating The Human Direction
Musings on the human experiment
Contemplating The Human Direction 
I feel like I should say that “all of this” is the only thing that ever mattered, Tinc, and you left out pooping. If all you do is eat, sleep and fuck, you’ll bloat up enormously to the point you can’t eat or sleep and no one else wants to fuck. You should poop. Prolly.