/lit/ - Literature

I could eat this delicious plate of pancakes on my desk right now, but the pancakes won't last forever, so instead I'm going to mope around here sobbing about the meaninglessness of pancakes.

Just kidding. The fact that the pancakes won't last forever doesn't make me enjoy them less. In fact, I may even value my brief time consuming these savory flapjacks even more knowing that I don't have an infinite number of them on my plate (and I'm not going to Safeway to buy more pancake mix). The things that make life worth living are those things that I personally assign value to, not some external cosmic importance.

And if you're reading this thread right now, which will be deleted in a few days tops, you agree with me.