The Nation of the Glorious Turnip

Another generation of a lost civilization found forgotten amongst the ruins on a far away world.
Their final days recorded by their chronicler, time faded their lives and obscurity made them extinct. No weeping, no cries for the last of their kind as they withered away for a thousand years. A new civilization arose and found the fallen ones on that far away world. Abstracted, perfected they were. The universe gave them nothing yet they had to take it all. Earth; a mystery. Mankind the end of history.

So how to cope with being human? All these flaws, all these imperfections, what will you do?

Just belief and you'll see,
the illusion you'll always be.
Don't belief and you'll see,
everything you can ever be.

As Bob, the universe, once said before realizing his utter desolation: "God or man, finite you'll be, except for your stupidity."

So whatever you do, keep on doing it. Be happy with what you do, even if it means the unhappiness of a thousand others. It doesn't matter. We all die someday, even the Gods.