listen everybody
i've seen what's inside this building
i want you to stop turn around and walk away
there's nothing inside
for we are dying meat
we're meat, and we're unspecial, and no one remembers us and we are utterly alone
so do yourself a favor and walk away
there's no plan there's nothing.
there's randomness, and chaos, and entropy and a slow certain decomposition of everything you are
and everyone you ever loved into the tiny little meaty components