*hugs Rocketman

There is no reason; there's only cause and effect. Sure, there is purpose. It's whatever you attach it to for the most part, yet there is a common purpose we all share, right? It's..

I'm telling you all of this because I'd like to warn you before the same thing happens to you. When you find yourself to be saved from trouble, you'll find you've already died long ago. When the void threatens to engulf you as you gaze into the sad, earnest eyes of someone, something, so desperate to attach a reason to all of your suffering, you'll want to remember the answer to..

 The answer is the mirror lying between you and what you thought you wanted to be. The illusion of what you pretend to be.

Someday, the mirror won't there anymore. The question is, will you still exist without your own idea of yourself? Maybe you'll just be a passing memory, like me.

Maybe that's all we ever were.

I'm going to suggest something. As long as the illusion holds, try to make the best of it. Perhaps you'll try to avoid being an unfunny shitposter like myself, or maybe..

It's your tale

How high are you exactly?