And there is a great possibility that life has no meaning and is meaningless in the end and that nothing we think we know or believe has any effect or importance on the great vast emptiness of the cosmos around us and if this is true and prayers are empty wishes upon the wind and time is more illusion than reality, what more beautiful thing could one do with the weight of knowing that nothing matters beyond the brief moment we get to spend  being alive than to live with and spread kindness and joy and love with the days we spend bound to this earth as nothing more than a brief flickering flame of a candle in the void of existential nuance