You Lose

I was playing a game once at a fete thing, and it was obviously broken. The object of the game was to get your tennis ball through the hoop, an easy task. But no matter how many balls one threw through the hoop, a message in red LEDs would appear on the backplate saying simply, "You lose" and bark out an awful blare of machine noise.

What a bastard of a world to be born into, that gives no point or reason, not a gesture of hope but that we make for ourselves, and yet offers us no better option to live with.

In the real world, nothing you do will matter, nothing you say will make the slightest difference, soon you will be dead, and soon after that you'll be forgotten.

It's not as though our environment is vicious, or malicious, it just doesn't care at all. You are no more relevant to this human race than a lost grain of rice is relevant to solving world hunger, and the human race is no more relevant to the universe than a speck smaller than the smallest flake of dust, floating in an infinite lifeless void, is to anything.

You lose.