Something is following you. It encompasses you as you sleep. It promises to turn your work into vanity. It steals your hope for the future, and reason can provide no answer for what shall be after its arrival. Justice is made null by its coming. You have no advantage in saving lives or in murder, for all acts will cease to exist and the remembrance of them will be no more. In the end, all will be darkness. No voice can utter its frightened cry after this being has delivered its final word. Its name is Death.
Any system that does not know the origin of human beings and cannot give our reason for being, certainly must remain silent on our destiny, or at best, argue for nothingness.