Is life mostly senseless?

I marvel. At being alive and conscious. How did this come to be? Here I am. Trying to figure it all out. Funny thing. Don’t know why I’m here. Don’t have a clue. I wonder. If someone can tell me. Fill me in. Or maybe it’s me. That has to determine my fate and mission. On my own. Or should I merely idle away time. And accept as fact. That life is mostly senseless. --Jim Broede