Life is Pointless

I think our universe exists by accident. I do not believe that there is a grand architect that necessarily fabricated our universe. Our universe contains too many strange imperfections and as Jim Holt put it, “It’s a mess”. There is absolutely no way currently to know where our universe came from or who created it. We are floating on a rock in the middle of a presumably infinite expanse of space and more rocks. I believe that it is ignorant to automatically assume that we have some greater purpose just because of our achievements. I think this is mentally incomprehensible.