That our purpose is nothing but to screw as many people as possible, and pump out as much babies, more than what’s naturally necessary, to continue the species. We’re not meant to be happy, because if we were happy with what we had back then, in our early human history, people would steal our wives/husbands, take our food, kill our children and then us. We’re not supposed to be monogamous. We want to be better than our animal selves, to change, transform into something of higher value. We will always come back to our old instincts. The things we do everyday is just postponing the inevitable. Nature will find some way to wipe us out of existence, or we’ll do this to ourselves before it does. Desire to live, begets pain.