Go rent the movie "The Butterfly Effect," and then tell me how you even know what effect your actions and your life have on the future millions. Dude, we all matter...
Yeah, but do we matter
that much?. I've seen the movie (cute, btw) but I remain unconvinced. Check out "Apocalypse Now" (the original, not the Redux version) for a much more convincing argument as to the nature of the truth........and a much better cast and director as well. (Hey, if I'm gonna use some Hollywood product for my life's creed, it might as well be a good one.)
As I stated in my response to the original poster, sure, I'll grant that there are "ripple effects" from my daily interactions with others, but I don't think there is anyting indispensable about me or my existance as far as the Universe is concerned. I'm a sentient monkey whose species has learned to do some neat tricks as we spend or lives on a rock that revolves around a pretty ordinary star, etc., etc., etc., and I'm not even close to being Head Nigga In Charge, so in reality, where I live, there's not a whole Hell of a lot of evidence to back up well-meaning Missy's (I'm asuming the original poster is a femme, chicks seem to go for that kind of jive a lot more readily than dudes, or at least they like to
tell you about it more readily......) assertion that the Universe somehow, in all it's maginficent fucking Glory, with or without Bog in His Starry Heavens, (whichever pleases/displeases your parent's philosophical viewpoint, depending on your particular bent), somehow needs
me, lil' ol' me, to somehow get it's point across. I don't think it gives a flying fuck about my existence one way or the other, or even if it
can give a fuck.....and these are questions that are as old as we are, at least, and are not likely to be answered on a web forum attended primarily by people who are admittedly somewhat maladjusted, to one degree or another. If the Universe
needs me, it must also need a lot of greed, pain, tears, and blood.......especially blood. It needs pain and suffering, apparently that's what fuels the engine....it needs sex and vilonce, and brutality and degredations of the harshest demeanor. It needs drugs to ease the pain, to wipe away the conscience, to blur the memories, to numb the ache, and then to wake back up to grind out another pound of pain......it needs pointless diversions that deprive most of the other monkeys of a chance in Hell.....it needs war, it needs rape and murder, it needs fat women praising Jesus on Sunday and slapping their kids in Wqal-Mart on Monday. It needs drunk deadbeat dads and crack whore moms, it needs soldiers, it needs guns, tanks, and planes, it needs nuclear missiles. And it needs money. Lots and lots of money.
