Eat, sleep, fuck, die.
And, as for the fucking, that's only if you get to adulthood and it works out that way.
Reproduce?
Well, it's a bit chancy, that.
Also, that is nature's plan, under the same conditions and equally with no guarantees.
"Life according to nature"?
It's that.
What's it all for?
Nothing.
Why bother?
If you feel the need to ask there's probably no good answer for you.
Among atheist thinkers of the Occident, there is no agreement how to approach the question, whether a general answer is possible, whether individual answers are possible taking things case by case, or what answers might be attainable.
But the opinions are widespread that mostly it's just fear of death and baseless hope, doomed to disappointment, that keep us going.
No, not universal.
But widespread.
Every suicide is a witness against life, though if his survivors are angry that is usually not why.
They are angry because he has deserted them, abandoned them, left them alone, daunted, and discouraged, even afraid, or maybe alone to carry a burden he did not stay to help to bear, the weak, selfish bastard.
And those are the survivors who loved him.
The others are generally not angry because they never actually cared whether he lived or died.
But he is such a witness, all the same.
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