We, I think, are but a blip in the grand-scheme of things (in the universe) - no matter how big or how important/significant/splendor/… we think we are. We invent our worlds and our ways (I won’t talk of our beliefs) and make it rules over our lives. Are our journeys (getting from A to B) our struggles for a share of the universe - our reasons to exist?

The Buddha offers a life of peace and purpose with ‘nothing’ at the end. Shall we take it with ‘fond memory’?