None of this really matters

Once the realization that none of this really matters, and none of it's for us, 

Then it downs on us that it is all we have and we don't know why.

I mean the universe is vast. Not infinite, but incomprehensibly vast. 

We are not equipped to perceive the vastness of it all. 

In turn, nature did not equipped us to understand how small we are. 

Not just as individuals, but as a species. As a world.

And we don't really have any idea why any of it is. 

We have ideas on where it came from typically, we vaguely get variations of "first nothing, then something" (itself an unsettling concept when you try to really wrap your head around it, and because we cannot really perceive "nothing" either, let alone "something from nothing"). But we don't know why, and some belief systems actively discourage even trying to understand why.

The result is that here we are: Each of us a collection of cells given some sort of hive-mind programming that creates consciousness,  but still driven towards nothing more than our immediate needs, desires and, if we're lucky, maybe frivolous interests. 

And all of it with no real goal greater than maintaining our collection of cells long enough to spawn new collections of cells. 

Any goals we find beyond that are our own: Invented and imposed.

And the universe does not care. 

A lot of us can't really see that, either, but in the end? None of this is for us. 

Even adhering to some divine authority or purpose doesn't help, because that path is literally built to be more questions than answers - and to discourage either - in service to a goal we are told we cannot understand.

We are not as important as we like to think we are. 

Problem is, we're not really equipped to perceive that, either. 

So we just make up reasons for it all, fight tooth and nail to hold on to whatever we have and whatever we believe in.

We just keep going. And we don't know why.

That has to be a funny thing for higher beings...