Subtleties on a high

You have awoken in the middle of a deafening silence, dark space around you. Dust particles illuminated by the white bright light of stars float slowly everywhere you care to look. And you care to look nowhere. For you have just discovered, as the realization dawns upon you, that your life has no meaning. No one's life does. And what's more, you try to hold back your laughter, is that this very fact has no meaning. It doesn't matter. It's all good. Or it's all bad. Depends on how you define things. Who cares how you define them anyway? We're just bouncing energy field particles. While we still form a sentient system out of those particles, let us use that sentience fully.

Then we will disassemble and join the universe in another dance once more.