So: Is the great machinery of the cosmos an enormous billion-year-old bubble gum glob of collective misery?? And when we’re born, are fragments of that glob dispensed at random into human-shaped entities and sent to earth to live out a few more decades of misery, only to die and be absorbed back into The Great Everything?
Are we agents of the cosmos? Are we assembled and deployed to gather experience for its vast mind? To gather misery???
Do we return to the source to have our insides mixed around again???? Are we then sent back for more???
How many organisms have you been? Have I?? How many planets have I lived on???
How long have I been doing this????????