Think about it. You're just one person, in one country, on some third-rate planet, in a backwater galaxy, in the back end of some pathetic part of the universe. Your life isn't even a blip in the vastness of time. All of our squabbles and problems and whatnot, whether large or small, are nothing in the grand scheme of things. No human alive could possibly comprehend how miniscule - how insignificant - we are. We humans think ourselves so clever, but in reality, we're still dragging sticks around in the dirt. So, Iwaku, I ask you this: Why do we matter? I'm not asking how we came to be. That's a completely different kettle of fish. What I'm asking, is what actually makes us perceive ourselves as being worth something? I'd wager that it's instinct. We're all animals at heart. We naturally assign ourselves aa feeling of worth, because we need it in order to survive. And what's the most basic of instincts, for any animal? To survive.