Cognitively we don't know and will never discover what occasions the cause of our existence, we don't know the purpose of our existence and we don't know why we have to disappear from here once we have been placed here, I don't know, why I have to live this fragmentary existence, which happened to be my lot, instead of a life that perhaps does exist somewhere. Why did I get this lot? This sex, this body, this awareness, this geographic setting, this fate, this language, this history, this rented room?