Why are we here?
I was told there would be no math.
We are not here.
And don’t call me “why”
For you, the answer is purple triangle.
Oo, oo… Can I pick that one too!
I dare you to prove that we are!
I was told that there’d be no hard words.
Why am I here? Why are you here? Why is anybody here? I think it was Jean-Paul Sartre who once said… how do you spell spell Sartre?
Then happy I, that love and am beloved,
Where I may not remove nor be removed.
I was told you were catering dinner
I’m here for the fish…so long and thanks.
It’s one of life’s great mysteries isn’t it? Why are we here? I mean, are we the product of some cosmic coincidence, or is there really a God watching everything? You know, with a plan for us and stuff. I don’t know, man, but it keeps me up at night.
If definitive proof is desired: Please step barefoot on a Lego; get back to us with existential experimental results.
“I hurt; therefore I am”
If you find yourself in a dangerous predicament, you wonder, “Why am I here.”
If fortunately you are rescued, others realize, “It’s great to be here this day.”
Because we’re here, roll the bones
Just play the role!