Existential

Where are we to go if there is no true home? where do we look when knowledge has so many forms? oh Beelzebub, oh Lord, oh books and art! you all have contradicting intelligence, intelligent nonetheless. How are we to absorb information, when emotions from the whirlwind heart of culture and consideration cloud the vacuum mind? Why are we expected to upkeep a dying planet? What difference does it make if our children are never born? Why do we want so badly to continue this species of disaster? We only produce, prolong, and provide pre-made destruction. What is this life we live?