I agree with no one's opinion. I have some of my own.
What's important is that twice two is four and all the rest's nonsense.
The fact is that previously they were simply dunces and now they've suddenly become nihilists.
Death's an old joke, but each individual encounters it anew.
Go forward while you can, but if your strength fails you, sit down near the road and gaze without anger or envy at those who pass by. They don't have far to go, either.
Ah, but in time the heat of noontide passes, and to it there succeed nightfall and dusk, with a return to the quiet fold where for the weary an the heavy-laden there waits sleep, sweet sleep.