Just something that's been on my mind lately. We as human beings, scientifically speaking, are just giant, complicated, organic machines designed to protect code and add bits of that code to another bit of code to produce a, hopefully, better bit of code that will turn out to be another giant, complicated, organic machine designed to do exactly the same thing.

Specifically, what's been going through my mind is, is there an end to it? Is there a point to survival? Why do 'living' organisms try so hard to survive? All I can think of is that there IS no point to it and it just happens, and yet everything that is living tries so hard to survive, even if it means giving up individual lives to save the masses of the same species. Most, if not all, living things will fight to the bitter end to live.

Sorry if this is incoherent, I couldn't think of a better way to put it :(

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There are tons of answers, take your pick.

A.) No reason

B.) Religion (God)

C.) You make your own meaning

D.) Living is itself an end

E.) Reincarnation

F.) We never die, simply fail to grasp our infinite being

just to name a few...

You have stumbled upon existentialism.

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Existentialism

Create your own meaning to life, because at present none exists.

if you believe the oparin/haldane theory of the origin of life on earth. life originated by chance, when some organic material was formed though a cocktail of nitrogen, carbon, oxygen and a dash of lightning, so really, we arent supposed to be existing at all.

but since we are, i would reckon that life doenst have a reason, nor does it need one. its just a bunch of particles moving around through space