All things are mortal in this universe, so it would appear.If it continues long enough, humans, the earth, the entire galaxy will cease to exist and there is nothing wee as humans can do to stop that. Wee try so hard, as humans, to pretend wee aren't animals and try so hard to gain power, to live and be remembered, but no matter what wee will never achieve that power.Wee can never touch a star and examine it with our bare hands. Wee will never be able to see the smallest parts of the universe beneath our noses. Wee can never know what it's like to feel an environment at absolute zero. I do not know if these are comforts left from a God kind enough to give the human race something to do, or if they are cruelties of a universe mocking the inept ability of a human being but in the end, perhaps wee have to accept that there are things wee as humans simply can't change.

People themselves don't even decide who they are. I can think I'm crazy all I want but if other people don't think I'm crazy I'm not. I can be a complete loser to myself and everyone else can make me cool. I can be a genius and be a moron. People themselves alone don't decide who they are, to some degree wee have influence over others perception but in the end they decide who wee are. I have a firm belief in this and refuse to let it go.

I think my mind is breaking. Splitting between the physical world that is here and the philosophical world of how everything works and what will be. One is a solid outlook of what's happening right now. The other is a view of everything going on in the past and future and how everything was/will be. Maybe I'm becoming omnipotent Oo, if only I could be so lucky.

"As you walk, you meet an old man. He explains his theory that the concept of free will is merely an illusion of a pre-determined universe.
If you agree with his hypothesis, turn to page 72.
If you disagree, turn to page 72."

All jokes aside, I occasionally get hit by a wave of... something... where I remember just how insignificant the Human race is, and, no matter what I do, the best I could ever do is to sit on top of the insignificant pile that is humanity; and that isn't happening.

read "god's debris" by scott adams if you are ever in the mood for an existential mindfudge. just google for it, its a short read, and he put the whole pdf on his website for free.