Let’s get depressed. You will die. Unavoidable. Unless you’re one in a million, you will have such little impact upon the rest of humanity that nothing you do will affect the world, and even for those one in a million, their effect will fade and be forgotten. You’re a blip, a momentary spark, inconsequential. That is, if this world’s all there is, then this world offers you about as much as you offer it, zilch.
There is no profit to be found in any work or labor under the sun, and pleasures grow dull and meaningless. If this world’s all there is, then we are doomed to an infinite longing for reason that we will never realize, that will be always distant. So, all that we do, all that can be done, is merely the mindless arranging of atoms, a mad explosion dictated by forces which long ago determined every subsequence.
Yet I long for something, something outside this material which I can touch and see, an invisible thing of intangible substance. I am in darkness, and I long for light. How have I become thirsty and yet not know what water is?
O taste and see that the Lord is good: blessed is the man that trusteth in him.
Psalm 34:8
Tale Told 
Very powerful Sheldon. Love the song, “More Than Sunlight”
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