Life, what is it all about?  You live for quite a few years,  and what is the outcome?  You get up every day and work.  Do enjoy working, usually for someone else.  And for what, food, a place to rest, entertainment. What is life about?

I suspect it is the fear of dying, that keeps us motivated to stay alive, only to find us still working even in a migratory sense.

There is no reason to be here in a physical  world other than to find something, but what are we looking for other then ourselves.

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