Let's pretend that you and I dead. The world doesn't require our presence, after all. I mean, it's not as though our demise would disrupt the laws of physics.
Now, let's pretend that all the sentient creatures in the universe are extinct. (Assume: sentient creatures are those who are aware that they are aware.) If you think about it, that still leaves the universe overstocked with assholes -- mainly certain family members and co-workers ... and fucking insects.
But at least we're no longer here.
And that must be of some comfort, to some creature, somewhere, sentient or not.
See? It's all good.
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What have you got against insects? They're a valuable source of protein for some.
I watch Bear Grylls eating all manner of creepy crawlies as appetiizers (while his film crew stands by in the bushes, steaks at the ready) and I think 'Not even if I were dying.'
It's the six legs, I guess. Real food only has four. And makes a mooing or oinking noise.
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