Intelligence is pointless w/o that cozy sense of purpose

Yes, in a way, everything kind of is pointless, and nothing really matters. But we are here... aren't we? And while we're at it, let's be sure to make sure that we make the best of it. What else is there? Besides, dying, of course.) Yes, it seems a bit too far-fetched, but it is what it is... This is where you end up when you're desperately trying to find some solid ground to stand on because we do not go gentle into that good night...We try to enjoy our shared existence together. We try to enjoy the rain, the summer, the spring, the autumn, the winter, the flowers, the views, the human emotions, being with the ones we love, and caring for them through all the uncertainties of life, and for as long as we possibly can. That's life...Nothing matters in the end, and still, we're somehow alive, here. So, we try to live, we try to move on, we try to hold on, we try to just be, you know... here, in this moment. We at least try. And we try, and we try... we fall, we get up, and we try...In a way, change is, in fact, a fundamental signature of life. Life is change. Life is dynamic. It is that very dynamic pattern of life that makes our existence possible in the first place. So, in the end, the dynamic pattern, i.e., you, must dissolve for the sake of the continuance of the flow permanence that we understand as this strange little life. Just a dream of a dream...Nothing lasts forever. Everything changes, for better or for worse, and life goes on. Life always goes on, and no one knows why...