A Simple Answerbv

You want an answer? Here’s an answer.

We’re in serious trouble. This rock is spinning around itself and around a giant ball of fire in a fixed orbit with a few other zombies. Around them — billions of zombies doing the exact same thing, just elsewhere. Doing and doing, and in the end, they all explode together. Homes, settlements, entire worlds — here for a moment, then gone. How do you justify that? We’re tired of guessing.

So maybe let’s just start with this:

You can’t justify it.

Not really. Not if you want a simple, honest answer — no dodging, no fluff.

This world, the way it is — it’s unbearable if you’re really looking. If you’re not running away into blind faith, endless productivity, fleeting pleasures, or some “life purpose” they invented so you wouldn’t scream.

We carry the absurd like someone dragging a corpse they’re not allowed to bury.
We all know, somewhere deep down, there’s no explanation. And no compensation.
But we keep going. Because something in us refuses to give up.

And maybe that’s the only thing I can say as a “simple answer”: The scream itself is the justification.
That inner protest. The fact that you don’t accept it — that’s exactly the reason you’re still alive.
And that, my friend, is more than most zombies have.

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