When you truly and utterly think about it, life is possibly the oddest thing in existence. People ask, “what is the meaning of life”, and expect an eloquent answer, a hallmark card or another question in response. But really, life exists for no reason in the slightest. Some biological mistake caused by chemical errors as a result of physical snafu on an atomic scale caused a few materials here and bit of electricity there into self-propelling golems, each existing for a few days, years or decades, with only one goal: seduction. And the rarity of it all! If there were life on every bit of rock on the canvas that is the universe, perhaps we could attribute this irreconcilably curious and curiously irreconcilable notion to an abstract and unprecedented game of Spore, however as far as we know, there’s just one little blob, a speck on the elephant of the jungle of Africa that is Earth in the Milky Way, that has it’s own zoo of oddities. If there’s a reason behind that, I don’t think anyone really wants to know it. Unless it’s pudding.
I forgot I made this, but am still proud of it.