Being reduced to fluids is a sad matter, that’s for sure. Looking closely and shooting at what your body just created makes you feel absurd, ridicule.
But what else are we? Why is it we think we’re so complex? Our bodies are screaming at us: You’re pathetic! You’re pointless! And we are, of course. That’s the point. If we weren’t, we’d have expectations. We don’t, or we shouldn’t. That’s why life is the most wonderful adventure. Greatness was just us being ridicule, success is a measurement of this. We assume this absurd existence and we give it names. That’s all. And that’s beautiful.
BROK 