I've been thinking lately just how random and really how ultimately pointless our existence really is. I just don't quite get how out of every conceivable possible existence we could have, for some reason our current one was the one that came to be. I mean, why the hell do we look the way we look, act the way we act, think the way we think, etc., etc. For example, why is it in our nature to make warfare on one another and to let our stupid pride get in the way of our better reasoning, and why is our drive in life pretty much solely driven by just emotion, and on an even more basic level, why are we composed in the form we are composed in with eyeballs and ears and kinda oddly shaped bodies that function pretty inefficiently and constantly need fuel (food/water) and can be destroyed relatively easily. Anyways, point is, I just think existence could have, and in some ways should have been far more "divine," for lack of a better word, instead of it featuring a bunch of unpredictable, strange sacks of flesh and bone called humans that live on a strange floating ball of rock in space called Earth.