Every night I ponder to myself, what will become of /r/NBA when I'm gone? Will reddit even be around in 100 years, let alone another 10? The internet is so fickle, and I wonder if the legacy I leave behind will be forgotten too. I don't know the names of my great-great grandparents. Their names are simply lost, their impact on this world is insignificant now. What is the point of existing when it doesn't really matter what we do? What if the afterlife consists of an infinite nothingness that we never wake up from? Hell, even if we develop a way to insert our consciousness into a device that allows us to live forever, entropy will soon destroy us. It seems like everything is inescapable, and the universe begins to feel smaller, as if I'm in room with no doors, no windows, and no lights. I only overcome this once I realize how unlikely it is that I exist. Billions of years have passed where the tiniest stray would have erased my being, and yet I'm here, and that is the same for everyone else around me. I can influence everyone's live through mere shitposting on /r/NBA. What seems like a simple distraction might have just erased millions of people's existence just because it alters someone's path. In a way, I'm a god. Bucks in 6.