The question of if we exist or not is interesting. Because even if we each individually exist, we still don't matter. Stalin said the death of one man is a tragedy, and the death of a million is a statistic. Yet people die all by their lonesome constantly, and are nothing more than statistics.
The only way you're going to avoid being a statistic is if you die of old age, and even then, people will remember that you lived to be 76. Not very old, but not very young either. You're still just a statistic.
If our existence is pointless, then why do we slave away the way we do? Why do we put ourselves through more stress than we were ever meant to handle? No reason.
