Everybody I interact with here sounds exactly 32.5, whatever their actual age, even me, despite my attempts to caricature myself back to my real age
Eternal 32.5. Some seem much younger than they are, others seem much older. Occasionally the abstractions glitch to show real age.
I think the natural progression with age is d-c-b-a, but people also have a stable attractor question. Mine is ‘what’ and I tend to phone it in on the others.
I feel disturbed that I can’t even make an accurate prediction of the novel subjective states I’m going to experience tomorrow or even later today. Or perhaps such myopia is not a bad thing. Life is surprising at multiple levels. Without surprises I’m not sure life exists.
No satisfactory true answer to the question "what is life" exists. Thus, no further question which would require that answer as a predicate is existential.