"When I die, my body decomposes and my mind ceases to exsist" he said.

At that moment, I thought to myself, what must it be like to live a life like that? Thinking that there is no meaning and no point to it all. Thinking the only meaning to it all is made up in our little heads.

Were is the meaning? What is it? What is wrong with these people?

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