im feeling deep

while sitting in class i started to to think

that if one truly thought about you could say that there is no meaning to life. I feel as though the "world" we live was at a time created by god but soon after that "he" and the universe vanished into nothinhness when the pandora's box, a.k.a the human mind was opened and grasped the meaning of life. After that everyone and everything was drawn into this one person making "him" lonely and questioning "his" existance so "he" created vast dimensions in which "he" could watch as to not feel lonely. Soon after a question arose that not even all knowing "he" couldn;t solve, "What is individuality ?" If we were born homosapiens from the previous image, how can we be the same yet different ? if we are different how can then view of life differs wildy and that is my answer to this paradox though life is pointless its the view and degree of the pointlessness that creates individuality among us.