What the fuck is the point of existence

Mark Twain said the same thing. Its from an essay he wrote called "My Platonic Sweetheart" about this chick he kept meeting in his dreams throughout his life.
I hate the idea of the universe as a whole. Thnking about it makes me fucking anxious and now i'm gonna go to bed and try to forget about it

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The purpose of your life is to reproduce and pass on your genetic material.

We haven't found out why the universe exists beyond the big bang.

The point for you at your age (assuming 14 or 15 where these thoughts are normal) is to stop thinking with your ego and to start thinking about how you can help others. You may improve your own skills and entertain your own interests but you will thank me someday if you invest your energy into becoming part of a community and helping it thrive

>The purpose of your life is to reproduce and pass on your genetic material.
If that were true, then people wouldn't have any reason to live after having children. And a lot of people don't want to have children. It's clear there is a higher purpose than just passing on your genes.

I don't think it's really possible for us to know

You're thinking the right way, but you should try viewing existence as a non-physical phenomenon, because it is. I don't think it is a "simulation". That's a very human approach to something completely egoless and inhuman. This is even more evident in your idea that there is a "who" overseeing the simulation and they have a motive. Once again you are still thinking in terms of human hierarchy. Why would something have to have a purpose? I think the universe is tautological. It exists because it exists. Asking why it exists is like asking why 1+1=2. It just does without reason. Reason is a human thing, a nonhuman metaphysical existence doesn't need to abide by it.

Yeah even if we fully understood the nature of the universe we'd end up wondering what came BEFORE the universe and whatever came before that.

I think it's the fact we cant fathom the concept of something being made of nothing, or like the theory of miniverses where theres an infinite amount of small objects that form to make bigger objects.

Like how people think quartz is made up of something even smaller.

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There is no point, Robot. The attempt for searching for meaning is a significant contributor to stress and anxiety and to clinging ("this must have happened for a reason!").

There is no purpose, no meaning, no transcendental or metaphysical principle behind it all.

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the main thing i want to understand, is why the universe even has constant laws in the first place. if everything in the universe really is random then how can we have constant truths like two and two make four, or laws of physics, etc? it makes me feel like if you go back far enough there must be some kind of entity dictating these laws