OLD, adj. When you finally realize that nothing you do matters, nothing you have ever done has made any fucking difference whatsoever (except maybe to convince the world that you suck), and you are now out of time.
You are a tool of the universe.
You have no right to be here.
And whether you can hear it or not, the universe
Is laughing behind your back.
So, none of us have any value? Then what’s the point of living?
To do your damnedest to take as few people as possible with you when you go, and leave something behind for those who remain. As things now stand, we’re fixing to take as many people as possible with us when we go, and leave not even a habitable planet for the rest. And the movement towards this seems immortal and intractable.