What's the point of... life? To do what we're doing. Nothing more, nothing less, because like everything else here -- we're just agents of this planet's will and design.
Like, do humans really have what so many have stated and stood by for millennia -- free will -- to begin with? That implies to me that a fixed number of choices we really have to CHOOSE from, which implies that those available are capped at a certain number for doing however many things we can do with what we've really got, regardless of how long that figure may actually be.
Many people believe that humans do the earth many injustices for our selfish needs, despite that we sprouted out of the earth to function precisely as we do, unknowingly as a whole. Everything else on this planet plays by the very same rules that the earth laid down for everything on and in it, including the brief, expected symbiotic relationship between earth and its earthlings in order to cause something/whatever (???) it needs us to accomplish before it begins its next planned phase.
Example: Honey bees. They dance pretty good, bouncin' around and shakin' it in order to say "Sup! The party is at..." for directions to their workplace where they'll all cross-pollinate plants for the good of the world! Oh shit, that's them just being clumsy workers dropping some of what they went out and got for their hive's sake. Not to help nature speed things up or anything, which is of course what they've done and will continue to. Bees don't realize or care what their importance is for everything else, no hippies allowed!
So, we humans can only use however many substances we were provided with to do what we’re naturally doing without fully knowing or understanding everything about it. So much for having unlimited free will, suckers, now clock out and fuck off...
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- Thinking inside the sphere.