Woody thinks that the universe has no purpose nor sense, every hundred years humanity recycles itself and a new generation that knows nothing starts again. And in the long term, the sun cools down and the planets disappear and in the end, the stars go out one by one. One wakes up each morning and goes to work, knowing that this is the truth, yet has to find a purpose in his own life.
It is a paradox. Or self-deception.
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