The World Of The Wild West (Westworld) (№ 396498)

I think humanity is a thin layer of bacteria on the ball of dirt, flying through the void. I think if God were, he would have already refused us. He gave us Paradise, and we are exhausted. We have extracted all the fuel and burned it. We eat and defecate, use and consume. And then... sitting on a small pile of ashes, having squeezed everything of value out of this planet, and ask yourself: "Why are we here?" Want to know what is your goal? Obviously. You're here with the others to hasten the death of the planet from entropy. To serve chaos. We - worms devour the corpse.