Infinity and nothing...

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I often find myself thinking of this infinite universe as time continues it's way onward towards inevitable death. I often think of how small we are, each of us, merely minuscule particles of sand on an endless beach. It is ironic how self important we find ourselves, raging over the most trivial of matters. Endless wars and vicious ambitions for power, the endless hunger of the human species for what? It is ironic, no? We waste our lives wanting in material gain, yet when we die, what will it matter? Death, in all it's finality... Why can we not just enjoy life for what it is? An awesome one time experience.