This is me live from the Hasenauer household.

Clarity is what I'm going through. I do not know the meaning of life, but I can currently see what life is about. The struggles we go through, the emotions our bodies exhibit. Everything makes sense for the first time. The strange thing is that I cannot explain their reasons. Love, hatred, music, the rights of humanity all make sense to me right now but I cannot explain their meanings.

The vastness of the universe is only as big as you make it. Right now the universe is all but a speck of mold on some other universe's old hamburger. Our measurements of size have no explanation of the big picture. Other times though, the universe may seem as if an unending field of nothing.

Sometimes I regret living in the times that I do, knowing that with the laws of averages, there is another planet that sustains life, may it be identical or different than ours. But knowing that in my lifetime there is a major probability that I'll never see for myself is devastating. Then again I know deeply in my heart that my lifetime is less than a quadrillionth of a second in the lifespan of the universe. Me understanding another tenth of a percent of the universe around me is meaningless to the forward progress of civilization.

The end of the world will be when humanity finally recognizes that we are but a small microbe in the matter of the universe. Everything we take pride in, music, film, art, technological advances mean nothing in the big picture. Even when we find other lifeforms, other species, other planets, far far away from Earth, we will still feel alone. A universe so vast, a universe ever-expanding, with all intelligent life knowing of each other, will look around and say "Now what?". We will all look for answers, and find none.

And the process starts over again.