if the universe is infinite and expanding, then the odds of me being here and experiencing all that I am are infinitely possible. And completely random.
here's the rub, since I am a human and define my reality by finite limits and constrains... and I have no idea what the limits of the words or concepts "random" and "infinite" actually mean.
so... I have no idea why I am here. i understand my limits and don't really need to know why i'm actually here. i'm good with that.
in the mean time, I'll keep pushing that rock and swinging that ax... until i cannot. thankfully, i am often reminded to maintain some perspective and quit chasing paper and power... and keep trying to do good that will last longer than my life.
oh, why I am on this website? once upon a time i tried to help someone learn more about how to shoot. that nonsense has since been beaten out of me.