I guess it's on the same level of pointlessness as everything else, in life. Why do anything, when you get right down to it? Why become a math teacher or a scientist or an engineer? It's just a means to pass the time: a way to eat up a little more rope, a nudging forth, a lack of resistence, a little inertia. If I wasn't visiting Wotmania, I'd be doing something else. I'd be reading a book or playing some basketball. Why do either of those things? Because you have to do something. You stop doing something, and you look around; you realize that something is rather pointless. There are no grand quests, no epic journeys into unknown lands to battle evil monsters and raging hordes of malevolent hegemonic leaders that will enslave the human race . . .
There is just filling. All of it. Our lives are rather boring. Even the exciting parts. Man's existence is one great struggle to signify himself as having been worth his own effort. Worth anyone's effort, for that matter. I can't see any use for it. Might as well flame newbies, the little bastards.
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Here be Myth