Hyge

I have no inherent meaning. Neither do you. But we can create, organize, put in order. And thus create purpose and meaning. Transcend the primordial chaos. All of humankind does so. We create machines that are useful. To take control. Machines like the dreaded chair. The one that subsumed me, made of me an object. But maybe, also, made me truly realize what impermanence means. For our numerous creations only have meaning for as long as they are useful. My chair, when it finally became unneeded, became once again a heap of metal. Melted back into the universal chaos. Lost its inherent humanity

And so it is that art alone is left in our wake. The only veritable form of transcendence to have ever been in our grasp. Proof of our existence, and of our pitiful efforts to raise from the chaos, as would some unknown script from a long-gone power.