Why do we exist? As I was biking up this crazy road this weekend, I was completely consumed with the question of existence. Why do we exist. Sure some one in the audience here is going to think that well "some higher power had something to do with it" sure from a "controlling the masses" point of view it all makes perfect sense. I think we are here cause we are just here. We choose what we want, and the consequences are just random. This is the way it has always been. Honestly, I think what made me question my existence more than anything at that point was because I didn't know if I was going to take a turn coming down the hilly terrain to fast and end up mangled at the side of the road, or some one in a car was going to take me out and leave me for dead! It was a life appreciating experience.
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