If we all exist and are not a product of our imaginations, than we either all do matter or we all don’t. There’s either a purpose for each of us or none of us. Maybe some of us are audience members for some others of us or maybe some of us are catalysts for others of us, so yes, there might be more humble or grander roles, but, good or bad, we all matter.
Or we don’t matter, not any of us, and we’re just another life form, like weeds, that sprout up, live, and die.
Or maybe there is only one species that really matters, that’s really doing the important work, and maybe it’s not the humans. Maybe we’re the thorn in the side of this superior species. Maybe only ants matter. Or bees. And all our struggles to procure, kill, win, rule, save, worship, what have you, are comedic to them. Something to watch on a day when the pollen doesn’t need to be gathered or a bread crumb doesn’t need to be transported.
What do you think?