Fight Club

...the feeling you get is that you're one of those space monkeys. You do the little job you're trained to do.

Pull a lever.

Push a button.

You don't understand any of it, and then you die.

Are we all just like those space monkeys? We are the one to train them that way...maybe because that's all we know how to do. THere are some who question authority or what they are doing, but how many of them really find the answer? Is it even possible to find the answer? No one knows. And no one will ever know really. WE all don't really, and never really know anything. So, instead, we just go with the flow. We create meanings to our actions, and that's what keeps us pushing those buttons and levers without truly understanding what we're doing (whatever that means). You pull that lever to keep the belt running, in order to keep manufacturing Barbie dolls, so that the company can sell them to children, so that you get paid. You work to get paid so that you can then buy other products for your own comfort of your short life, and when a moment of hesitation arises, life becomes a blur. You start to question everything. You don't know what to do. You don't create that meaning of life any more, because nothing simply really makes sense anymore. There's no reason to pull the lever or understand, because you realize the fate of it all. Death. And some people do decide to end their life cycle earlier than it's destined to be ended. However, the majority of us just roll with it. Because what else do we have? Death.