Meaningless should be my mantra, yet the compulsion to love, be loved, and find joy has more clout. These compulsions are ridiculously dissident to the scientific principles that have propelled the human race through history, but maybe the dissence isn’t a result of misplayed notes. Maybe it is a purposeful discord; A reminder that this life is not about the propulsion of self. Maybe life isn’t about continuation — I have lived and I have remained. Maybe the mantra should be I have lived and I have felt. I have felt most excellent love and the deepest pain, and through it all joy remained.