Someday you and everyone you love will die. It doesn't matter what you say or do, except for a few people in a very short time. This is the unpleasant truth of life. And whatever you think or do is complex avoidance. We are indirect stardust that collides and pounds with slight bruises. We imagine our own meaning. We create goals. We are nothing. Enjoy your coffee. Of course, I had to write in very small letters. Since it takes time to write, the number of subscribers is removed from the morning rush. The customer service is not very good. This is probably one of the reasons why I cannot work. But seriously, how can you say "enjoy" a person with a clear conscience, knowing that all thoughts and motives stem from an endless desire to escape from the inherent uselessness of human existence? Because it's infinite width