What if everything we believe in this life is just a series of illusions we've taught ourselves to believe?
What if that's all there is to it?
What if Nietchze is right and there is no truth, just what every culture needs to believe in order to survive?
No right, now wrong, no good, no evil, no true love, just survival instincts.
What if our only purpose here is to exist, and go on existing?
Maybe as our minds are freed from the need to constantly struggle to survive through hunting and fighting in more primitive times, as we progress into times filled with time to contemplate, we try to create that meaning, but it doesn't exist.
Maybe it never can.
