Any meaning we ascribe to life is purely self-aggrandizing and woefully ephemeral. The wider our vision grows the smaller and less significant we become until ultimately we dissolve into cosmic dust motes drifting endlessly on currents of time. Against the backdrop of the infinite our existence is beyond inconsequential and approaches zero. A single bit of datum in a vast algorithm. A dimly flickering pixel in the daunting panorama of the universe. A quantum of imperceivable time.