A fellow human that welcomes the return of Cthulhu with open arms.

The only meaning is the meaning we forge for ourselves.

It will end regardless of us, too.

Even if we somehow survive all odds throughout the future, eventually everything will die when the universe slowly dies out. It cannot be reversed or avoided.

How would a universe care? A hug from a distant comet? 😊

Is the eqanimous silence really absence of caring?

Look closer into that comforting silence, you might be surprised.