The Existentialists

By Joel Netsky

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All to him was a morass, a hurly-burly intertwining of decomposition and formation, of crumbling and construction, the eternal transformation of space at every moment. Wherever he looked he saw decline and ascent, the rise and fall of seas past the farthest horizons. Cities crumbled, elsewhere cities rose; into the pits was gravel poured to staunch the demise by being a new ground for new birth, which soon would grey and become mulch.

“What is the purpose of life?”

“According to the Existentialists there is no inherent meaning to the universe except what one gives to it.”

– Joel Netsky