Entropy

I am meaningless unless I impart meaning.

And so are you.

And it has nothing to do with gossip about the boss, or if you have a new car.

I read between the lines of this chatter. You are telling me that I am boring to you, and so will give me stupid little tidbits to sate what seems to be my idle curiosity, or assuage your guilt in not speaking to me.

Harsher topics are too harsh for most. It cuts too deep to speak openly of true meaning. Topics of enlightenment, despair, existence, death all take too much precious energy away from wasting one's life on things that don't really matter. Whoopie. Have fun in apathy.

If there is no sharing of souls, we are nothing but flesh covered props clinging to this illusion of the separate self, in casual acquaintance entropy.