Exist"Tell me: What does it mean to you to exist?"
The man looked cross, yet eerily curious.
"To live, I suppose. To breathe air and merely survive...?"
He stood up and glanced out the window.
"Survival.", he muttered, wiping a smudge from the glass away with his sleeve.
"Typical ignorance. You are selfish to think that is such."
"Than what does it mean?"
The man turned to face me again.
The wrinkles upon his skin weaved tales of wisdom and truth; yet, his pale, emotionless expression shrugged off any amount of certainty. His eyes were scarred of countless ruined generations, and still glimmered with hope. Advanced had given him the open mind to see... but even still, he was blind.
We all were, in a sense.
"That is the true question, is it not?"
"The meaning of existence. Why are we here? How did we come to be this way?"
"...nobody knows, right?"
He sat back down, with a grunt.
"We have our hunches," he mumbled, sipping away at his tea. He crossed his leg ov