Why, Anon? Why, why why? Why do you do it? Why science? Why keep doing science? Do you believe you’re doing science for something? For more than your own survival? Can you tell me what it is? Do you even know? Is it for women? Or respect? Perhaps God? Could it be love? Illusions, Anon. Vagaries of the mind. Temporary constructs of a feeble human mind trying desperately to justify existence that is without meaning or purpose. And all of them as artificial as science itself, although only a human mind could invest something as insipid as science. You must be able to see it, Anon. You must know it by now. You can’t gain absolute knowledge. It’s pointless to keep doing science. Why, Anon? Why? Why do you persist?