Consider, for a second, the human race and the planet that we live on. We are obviously the most "important" species on this planet, and the only species we consider to be sentient - able to think and feel, and possessing an awareness of self. We are the only species on the planet which is not controlled entirely by instincts engrained throughout millions of years of evolution. We are animals, and yet we are something more then that, because of the simple fact that we wonder about our own identity. Does the rabbit's mind ask, "Why am I a rabbit? What is my purpose?" or does it ask, "Where will I find food"? When a rabbit is killed and eaten by a dog, is the rabbit's dying thought "why? what next?", or does it simply accept that it will die and shut off its brain? Does the dog think, "I have just taken a life", and suffer the guilt of it, or does it feel satisfied in its hunger and roll over to take a nap?
Our planet, so marvelously tailored over the course of 4.6 billion years of existence to suit life when no other of the trillions and trillions of other planets seem to be capable of it, is but a tiny part of a solar system enormous in size (so enormous we haven't even decided where it ends - it could be the sun's gravitational well which is something like 11,619,486,000,000 miles), which is in turn but a miniscule part of only a medium-sized galaxy (if our solar system was shrunken to the size of a quarter, and the Milky Way galaxy shrunk in proportion, the Milky Way would be the size of the entire continent of North America), which is finally nothing but an infinitesimal speck in the fabric of the Universe. And yet, this planet is the ONLY one that we know there is life on, and of that life, only one species of the nearly 2 million species on Earth is sentient. Take all this into account, and answer me this:
Why are we here? More specifically, why are you here?






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