The things that really keep me up at night

Who am I?
Who are we?
Why are we?
Why am I here?
If not me, is there someone else?

How long do we have to find out?

*run on a continual loop until dawn, when to the sound of seagulls awaking, I finally fall asleep.

Life and Death.
The utter, fractal, forever-old mystery of each.

Our horror, at the level of the species, of unsolvable mystery.
And our infinite ability to distract ourselves senseless.

Could it be that this - just this - is the pivot of everything we do?