We live on the surface of the third planet (we call Earth) from a star (we call Sol or The Sun), which this planet orbits within the outer formation of one of the outer arms of a spinning spiral cluster of stars (we call the Milky Way galaxy), within a semi-infinite physical space filled with what seems to us to be billions of variously shaped galaxy sized clusters of stars, dust, and gas. We have no idea why or what any of this is for. We only know we live here for a while and then we die.

Your death is the end of your life. Life goes on. Except for the noxious chemicals our species feels compelled to put in it, your body decays, rejoins the source materials all life evolved from.

One day, our solar system will die and with it, all life which exists in it at that time. The remnants from that death will eventually be reused in some other part of the universe.

In the distant future, the universe, (although some think it may keep on expanding forever), will eventually collapse again and everything in it will be crushed to immeasurable density (tide comes in, tide goes out), until another big bang occurs and a new universe forms in random possible form, which may or may not support any of the physics, worlds, or life forms we have known. It may be the same, it may be lifeless, or it may be entirely bizzare from anything we could possibly imagine. And that universe too, will end at some unknowable future time. And a new universe of some kind will form again in random state.

All of this has no reason. Forces, physics, and unknown variables are it's only rules. None of it has any purpose. It just is and does as it does.

Each creature formed in a life producing universe simply does as it does. Each higher life form simply consumes some of the lower life forms to survive. It simply does what it does. None of it has any purpose.

Higher, creative thinking life forms, like us, will consume, and will also exploit to reap advantages in whatever competitive point system games it devises. It simply does what it does. None of it has any purpose. It may imagine many logical and noble purposes for itself, but none of them have any more real meaning than a cloud of dust in space, which is where we came from.

Just enjoy the ride...

I'm okay with all of this myself.
Can you accept all of this? -AND/OR-
How do you feel about all of this?