The mystery of life is we have no idea what’s next.
Play like you lived thousands of years ago on a high plain full of game. You already knew about fire knew and how to cook squirrel.
If you could bring down an antelope, you would have food to share. But how?
You picked up a rock and chipped it on another rock until you had a sharp piece that became an arrow.
You fashioned a bow. Your weapon was so good that you taught others to make it.
Then came an earthquake. An asteroid. Hotter sun. Military intervention. Something.
Your art and artifacts were buried and so were you. Then someone in the 21st century moseyed along and found your arrows and bows. They wondered about you.
And here we are. If anything catastrophic takes us down, what will archaeologists find?
Phones with unanswered emails. Empty plastic bags. Dog pictures. Shell casings.
Even if it’s true that we’re simply souls propping up corpses, learning that nature always benefits the whole could be a goal, not a mystery.