Exdeis

The choice between having nothing to believe,
or accepting your ultimate fear as inscrutable fact.
This is what must be made.
Your existence is undeniable, and yet, irrelevant.
In the super-cosmic sense, you mean nothing.
But even what such an insignificant being as you accepts as nothing,
is so inseparable from the very fabric of reality.
Indeed, it is the fabric of reality itself.
The underlying existence of existence.
And thus, you are ever-entangled into meaning, and thus, purpose.
Stardust screams from the trauma of its birth, and it echoes in your ears.
Such are nightmares.