Not much can be said about the ultimate fate of mankind. Apart from the certainty that it will end someday, there is no similarity in life. Every life is different and unique; it is meaningless to force a group identity on others for the convenience of classification. Order.

Religion, nationality, race, gender and traditions are things that come later, after life has existed. Just merely existing, it unveils a multiverse of possibilities.

And what then is sentience? Who judges the parameters of the concept? These are fundamental questions which we mostly have no answer to. Yet we are influenced not only by our surroundings but also our past. History is doomed to repeat for people who do not take lessons from it.

What I am trying to say is that the human race is dying. We are really walking hand in hand towards total destruction. Nobody can change that. Yet we must control the pandemonium around us and instill order, in order to live freely and maybe even find happiness.

Life, liberty and pursuit of happiness, that’s what a human life primarily should be. Survival of the weakest. Protect the weak and keep the strong in check, that should be the ideal society. Sadly, it seldom works that way. Evil exists and witch hunts will never be about witches. It’s all a matter of perspective.

It's the macabre puppeteer lurking in the shadows, pulling the strings of humanity's grand narrative. Like a twisted subplot in the grand theater of existence, evil plays its role, often leaving a trail of chaos and destruction in its wake.

Let's entertain, for a moment, the notion of a world without evil. A utopian Eden, perhaps, where butterflies dance perpetually in fields of eternal sunshine, and the only discordant note is the occasional sneeze from pollen allergies. Sounds heavenly, doesn't it? But let's delve deeper into this paradise lost. In this idyllic utopia, where does growth sprout from? Where do the seeds of progress take root? It's in the struggle against adversity, in the clash of ideologies, in the tension between good and evil that the fertile ground for growth is found. Without the contrasting force of evil, goodness itself would lose its luster, becoming a bland, uninspired virtue, akin to a painting lacking shadows—a mere two-dimensional facade devoid of depth.

Evil, then, serves as a crucible in which heroes are forged, their mettle tested and tempered by the fires of adversity. It's a necessary foil against which the virtues of courage, compassion, and resilience shine all the brighter. In this twisted cosmic dance, evil becomes not just a hindrance, but a catalyst for greatness.

It is a treacherous road we tread. Evil, unchecked and unbridled, has the potential to swallow civilizations whole, leaving naught but ashes in its wake. It's a Pandora's box of suffering and despair, a relentless force that threatens to tear the very fabric of existence asunder. And yet, in its paradoxical nature lies its necessity. For without evil, there can be no good; without darkness, no light; without despair, no hope. It's the eternal dance of yin and yang, the cosmic balance that keeps the universe spinning.

Life is fleeting, death a surety. There are those living who deserve death, sure, but there are also those dead who deserve to live. Can we give it to them? The answer is no. So we shouldn’t be too eager in dealing out death. The future is full of infinite possibilities. To rob a person of their chance of evolution, is the sin of the highest degree. There is no coming back from that. When you spill innocent blood, you lose your innocence, and there’s no salvation for those who do that. No happy endings, peace at the end of the road or light at the end of the tunnel.

Let us embrace the necessity of evil, not as a grim acceptance of fate, but as a clarion call to rise above it, to strive for a world where goodness reigns supreme, not because it is unchallenged, but precisely because it is.

As we hurl ourselves headlong into the void, armed with nothing but our existential angst and a penchant for self-sabotage, one cannot help but marvel at the sheer absurdity of it all.

Let us start our journey at the beginning—or is it the end? —with the miracle of birth. Ah, what a wondrous occasion, they say, as a squalling infant is thrust into a world teeming with chaos and confusion. From that moment on, it's a relentless sprint towards the finish line, with death looming like a particularly persistent creditor, eager to collect its due.

But fear not, for in between birth and death lies the rich tapestry of human experience—or so we're told. We toil and we sweat, we laugh and we cry, all the while clinging desperately to the delusion of purpose and meaning. We build towering monuments to our own ego, only to watch them crumble into dust. We chase after fleeting pleasures and hollow achievements, hoping against hope that they will fill the gnawing void within us. Spoiler alert: they won't.

And then there's love, that most sublime of human emotions—or is it just a chemical cocktail concocted by evolution to ensure the survival of our species? We pair off like amorous penguins, convinced that we've found our soulmates, only to wake up one day and realize we can't stand the sight of each other. Ah, the sweet agony of romance!

But let us not forget about society, that grand experiment in organized chaos. We divide ourselves into tribes based on arbitrary distinctions like race, religion, and football allegiance, then proceed to hurl insults and projectiles at anyone who dares to disagree with us. We erect elaborate systems of governance, then promptly proceed to ignore them whenever they inconvenience us. And let's not even get started on social media, the digital coliseum where we go to watch each other tear ourselves apart for sport. And what of our quest for knowledge and understanding? Yes, the pursuit of truth, that noble endeavor that so often ends in bitter disappointment. We peer into the abyss of the universe, hoping to find some semblance of order and purpose, only to discover that it's all just a cosmic joke with no punchline. We ponder the mysteries of existence, only to realize that the answers we seek are as elusive as a politician's integrity.

We can scarcely agree about our origin, and forget our potential. We are damned, into believing that there is some measure of order in this pandemonium. A meaning to the madness. But there is not. Never was. And as far as my opinion goes, never will be either. It’s just a paradox, like Schrodinger and his cat.

We navigate the absurdity of our existence, let us do so with a sense of humor and a healthy dose of self-awareness. Let us embrace the futility of it all, not with despair, but with a knowing chuckle and a shrug of the shoulders. After all, in a universe as vast and indifferent as ours, what else is there to do but laugh?

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