Mankind ought to end its existence of its own will.

Why does man need a meaning to life?

We come from an inconceivable nothingness. We stay a while in something which seems equally inconceivable, only to vanish again into the inconceivable nothingness.

A coin is turned around before it is handed to the beggar, yet a child is unflinchingly tossed into cosmic bruteness.

Man beholds the earth, and it is breathing like a great lung; whenever it exhales, delightful life swarms from all its pores and reaches out toward the sun, but when it inhales, a moan of rupture passes through the multitude, and corpses whip the ground like bouts of hail.

In accordance with my conception of life, I have chosen not to bring children into the world. A coin is examined, and only after careful deliberation, given to a beggar, whereas a child is flung out into the cosmic brutality without hesitation.

The immediate facts are what we must relate to. Darkness and light, beginning and end.