So, I'm hunting single cell bacteria clusters that died 500 million years ago and became a black stew that is flammable once refined.
Christians usually take this opportunity to tell me that if that sounds like a reasonable and noble justification for my existence then maybe I need help...and they have a book about a man that can help me. And how can one defend a life chasing 500 million year old algae? Is that a reason to get up in the morning? Is that even a good reason to have my lips burned like a summer sausage on a propane grill?
Here's a video of me searching for the elusive bacteria...
But we of the Cenozoic Era, living on a planet that was so hot when it was created that it's still cooling down 4.6 billions years later, amuse ourselves, plot our pathetic paths on paper maps, laugh at cat videos, strum instruments and make love to our own vanity. How old is our solar system? 10 Billion years? We were not created except in our own imagination because we're the next generation of multi-cell bacteria that will fuel alien spaceships on their brief trip through our solar system and since that's unpleasant to think about we cut ribbons out of our own insignificance and hang them on our necks. "1st Prize!"