Much of our time spent alive is wasted.

We fight over fictional lines in the sand. We bicker over ideas about the unknown that every single one of us thinks that we know. Philosophy can make you think, but all in all, its just fiction. Its advice from which we pick and choose. Advice is ultimately flawed based on the time from which it came in relation to the time that it is applied.

So what if we're just one small part of a huge chain reaction? Does there have to be a philosophical reason for everything? Is it necessary to ask impossible questions to appease the voided brain? It would be arrogant for anyone to assume to know why we're here. Imaginary friends made up by our ancestors will never answer those questions, and yet so many of us assume that they could.

The fact that those mythical deities are made by ancient cultures should be enough to show that the questions they raise are just as imaginably answerable. By assuming that there are deities, we assume that there is a purpose.

Each follower of every imaginary being wants to fight for what they feel is right based on nothing but the comfort they obtain through "faith". Souls become battlegrounds. Ultimately, we end up fighting over something that only exists in the minds of others. Souls aren't things that magically enter you when you're born, and exit toward the sky when you die; souls exist only in the minds of those that you've contacted. Souls exist only in the chemical memories of any being that can remember.

Tear us into pieces, molecule by molecule, and that is all you'll have: molecules.

We're all just a tiny part of one huge chemical chain reaction.