The desperation of flawed logic - meaning of life

Ive wondered while in moments of distant thought if our meaning, (or more reason for existance) is far more simpiler than we have been shearching for. After all we assume humans to have some great importance , but what if were wrong. It wouldn't be the first time we had gone chasing ideas built on flawed logic, now would it?

After all it's human nature that has lead us to believe we are the superior race. Human nature that has us convinced of our universal importance but in the grand scheme of thing, our whole existance is merely a speck on the timeline, a tiny insignificant mark amongst many other occurances.

So by what logic is it then that means our reason for living must be something tremendous, or that there even is one at all. What if we are merely a proto-type for races to come?

Consider this we are merely put here as a test to see if our genetic structure could survive specfic climites, merely examinations to a further advanced race as to what can best be created. What if ontop of that we are also the failed proto-type, this perhaps is why this ultimate being if you are indeed a relgious beliver can be so often seen as a neglectful farther. Perhaps he made us with intent not to interviene, but to view our natural progression who knows. For all can be said there may well be nothing out there we could of merely been created in some accidental explosion. Which also begs the question if we were created by accident why must we have purpose or reason. If we are merely a coincidental gathering of star dust and other elements, then why on earth would our existance have meaning, it does not make sense for it to do so even. An accident does not create a meaning , it creates a chain of events but not a purpose.

It is debatable by that point that if we are created then we must have some purpose if we were indeed put on this earth by a supreme being, then perhaps we did have more aim than merely to exist until our time was up. But that's putting alot of meaning on the creator, meaning we can't conferm or be certain of, what if like us this creator had himself decided to mix some chemicals together and see what happens, and we stumbled out. What as i have said before we were merely the early design ideas for its final race of entitys. What if we are welll and truely nothing?