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As I sit here with my thoughts flowing through my fingers listening to the mice rummage my pantry, I ponder the idea of solitude. Are we destined to be alone even with a mate? Not even the obscene pictures appearing on the refraction in front of me seem enticing, let alone for self manipulation for a temporary energy drain by a small explosion. The mice in my pantry have a better understanding of life or lack there of. They rummage, pilfer, steal, & fornicate. Yet, I sit here and ponder the meaning of my existence. Is that the point? To not have meaning?