The Meaning of Life

The only thing I think I know for certain is that I exist, and even that thought is tenuous at best. For all I know none of you, or anything outside of me exists. Everything I perceive could have been created to serve me and me alone. All of you could be a mere illusion. However, thoughts like that lead to abuses against nature, and the other possible beings that scurry around which may or may not have their own sentience (that includes you).
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