In a universe of seas of relationship problems, I have a problem with solitude.
Imagine a mammal-free and earth-like planet, with two lonely neutered kittens placed at opposite sides of the planet, perhaps even in the ocean. What is such a feline rationally justified to do with its life?
I seem to be having difficulty coming to terms with the fact that life appears to be nothing more than an obnoxious series of banal platitudes. I secretly wish to find something in my existential existence, but it is very quiet.
I sometimes wish I were the lonely kitten, if only it had any idea what it was doing.
Robot lives matter too man: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=uXcatFp3REg