Many of us spend our lives thinking of science and philosophy. Looking for answers to the meaning of life the universe and our place in it. And then eventually we die. Have we not accomplished anything? Does our knowledge somehow live on beyond death? What is the point of seeking knowledge?
Nah bruh, not buying it. Why do we do anything when we know we’re gonna die? Because it’s fun or otherwise desirable.
Do stuff and then die, or just die. Feels like a pretty easy choice to understand.
And it makes life more tolerable for yourself and others.