That it’s pretty shit from the bottom up. Boring Lagrangian giving rise through great efforts of complexity to an endless dead void. On a mote of dust somewhere, there’s a soup of unusual chemicals making short lived bubbles of flesh that are compelled to eat each other for survival. Some of them organized into a System; it’s bad. It can change for the better or the worse, in increments, if enormous emergent collective efforts are made. On the individual level, though, existence is either painful or less painful but more boring if you’re lucky. But generally you don’t think about it and just kill time waiting for death.