“What’s the point?”
If you are a human being, and I highly suspect you are, since being a sentient bot and following the New York Knicks on a high-quality but no longer mainstream blog doesn’t seem to compute, there’s a high chance you asked yourself that question many, many times in your life. What’s the point in trying to salvage a relationship gone awry? What’s the point in working your ass off if nobody ever in your company gets a promotion? What’s the point in shedding some weight and start exercising if in 20 years the polar ice will have melt and only Mecha-Greta will save the last remains of humanity?