When thinking of how to describe the current post 'random' comes to mind. The type of random associated with human thought - pseudo-random. Today, a few days after I watched Sakusama no Pathema, I was lead into thinking about how to live without a reason to stay alive, a meaningless existence. In that regard I remembered reading something about what means to be human, according to my memories it was "To ask questions, to stumble and fall, but still stand up again, to try hard when everyone else has given up...". I might be taking it out of context or twisting it unintentionally, because I can't even remember where it's form, but assuming I've remembered it correctly, we stand up only for the meaning/reasons we've decided ourselves, pushing forward like idiots. Assuming our meaningless existence is doesn't need to have a meaning, like Agent Smith said:

Why do you do it? Why get up? Why keep fighting? Do you believe you’re fighting for something? For more than your survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it freedom? Or truth? Perhaps peace? Yes? No? Could it be for love? Illusions, Mr. Anderson. Vagaries of perception. The temporary constructs of a feeble human intellect trying desperately to justify an existence that is without meaning or purpose...It’s pointless to keep fighting. Why, Mr. Anderson? Why? Why do you persist?

What has value, in a world where everything is the same, some atoms, grouped in a way defined as life. Emotions explainable by the math and physics invented by the same lumps of matter that have defined those emotions? Science, religion, feelings, moral values...One person, one point of view, but what's the point. Why keep pushing forward, is there something beyond the horizon that's better than what we already have? Is there something we could possibly want we can't already have? Why's survival so important? What's left if you take that out, not much, right? Everyone, having a unique view of life, yet following the same rules as everybody else. A personal truth is required to continue existing. A light to shine the path one will walk, a light to brighten up the darkness that is existence. A truth that's immutable, that is forever, and it is at least one. Living a life, on a borrowed energy we don't need to return. Continuous existence with a beginning and an end. Expending that energy as we go, leading to the end most of us are all afraid.
Assuming we're able to do anything we want, why are we not doing that? Endless potential. Are we afraid? Of responsibility? Of power? Or maybe even of ourselves? Dreams, wishes, desires, the twenty first century doesn't have many of those, they've been substituted, altered with ambitions, material possessions, building walls of money around us. Don't we want to survive to be with others? To be together? To share experiences? Well I guess not everyone does.
According to a certain group of people, the (human) language is both allowing and limiting us to think in a certain way, not being able to think in any different way, in a similar way to how you can't spend some money and use the same money again later.
Well, these are the thoughts of a man without an idea what he's talking about, what should or should not, what's right and what's wrong. Words have power, but how we use that power, the power to create happiness, to ... end this post in a way that would satisfy everyone? Naah, I don't believe such words exist, people are different, too different for some words to be able to satisfy all of them. So, I'll leave it you, the readers, to pick the right words to complete this post.