EXISTENCE IS A THING THAT FEW PEOPLE TRULY UNDERSTAND. YOU’RE JUST BORN into the world all of a sudden, and you don’t really even get a say in the matter. Most people don’t even remember their earliest existence. It’s probably better that way, to be honest. If we could remember coming out of our mothers’ wombs, we’d be traumatized for life. Going from a warm, safe place like that, then suddenly being pushed out into this cold, awful world, disconnected from the being you were feeding off of as you were formed. It must be awful. No wonder babies cry when they’re born. Existence is a thing many wish to end, and yet everyone clings to it with the last of their strength, even when their lives are miserable, living hells. Existence is such a fickle thing.