Maybe there is no point in life, not when you analyse it to the bone.
Humans are a type of animals, with their own colony rules and own ways of mating and what not.
There is no bigger point in being a human than in being an ant. Not when you look at it in an überanalytical way.
You can read that in a sad way, and think that the extinction of the earth, or at least humankind would be a good thing.
Or aim for smaller points. The taste of chocolate, a surprising thought, a cat coming up to you to greet you, a person surprising you in a very sweet way, the smell of shoe-polish, a beautiful autumn-leaf, and sometimes a sense of belonging. The last is rare, but sometimes it is there.
