Our planet, it came with so many questions. How did it get here? Where did it come from? But most importantly, what is everything? There is a simple answer to this question, and the is that; nothing is everything, and everything is nothing.
Everything we know is unexplainable, apart from how we go living our day to day lives. Although, outside of this materialistic first world blind fold, how is human life valued? For example: in our society, when you're a child you go to school, then once you finish all education you go to work (hopefully a career you enjoy since you're going to be doing it for a while), in the midst of you working you have expenses to pay off, a family to feed maybe. You basically live life the way you want until you're too old to work, thus allowing you to retire. That's our system, our "game", the game that you can never win, and never lose, all that you can do is hope that you get a good hand while you're at the table.
Now lets think about 3rd world countries. They have to go through famine, wars, and poverty. Is this the REAL world? Is this what humanity would look like if someone who wasn't responsible enough would step up to par and say; "Hey, I think I can handle taking care of a bunch of people like a daycare." I'm not really sure, but the answer seems plausible.
Now lets skip away from "the system" and move on to humans. Human beings, the smartest species ever to be found...by ourselves. We eventually figured we were the only things on this planet that could think straight. Let's think of our world as humans. We're all humans, everyone that looks like us, or works like us are technically humans. Just because of a certain ethnicity, it has no impact on whether or not someone is human. Race, it's a word I hate. Why? Because we're not a different race from one another. If one being can learn, read, write, work, love, hate, cry, just like the other, in what way does that make them a different race? A dog is a different race, they can't speak. They chase their tails and lick their balls. We don't have tails, but hey if we could lick our balls, we probably would.
My point is, people kill each other over "race" and over materialistic things. Why? How could someone take another life because of things, simple things. Reason, my friends, reason. There is no reason. We are here, out of no where, we have no purpose. Just to remain occupied until we die. Or else we all kill ourselves.
(ran out of meat for the text, but i just dont care it's fucking 2:20 in the morning)