Does that mean that we are momentary and inconsequential beings in an endless, timeless, and indifferent cosmos?

I guess a state of dreamless sleep is what the universe must be experiencing all the time. It exists, but it does not know.

I simply cannot wrap my mammalian brain around the notion that there can be a reality where there is no space and time.

A frequent wave that crosses my thought process is that if a thing like reality can come into existence, anything can.

You, me, and the other 40 billion human beings who have ever existed won an admission ticket to witness the wonder of existence.

Anything that makes you believe that it exists must be conscious and intelligent.

Is the concept of living and non-living just our perception, and we are all both dead and alive, and also neither of them—all at the same time.

Existence brings happiness and sorrow in equal measure. More sorrow than happiness for many. It brings problems that need to be resolved, expectations that need to be met and illnesses that need to be cured. So, why do we go through the bother of existing?

I was brought into this world without my will or efforts.