What is the purpose of life? What is the point of trying to be good? Is it only the self preservation tool given to us to escape punishment of other humans? This life is futile and worthless. It feels as though there is no reason to live other than fear of death. What is the core truth of life? Why is it so important to be good or righteous? Other than fear of hell. Are these fears even rational? Or are they a learned response to what we are taught? And if we weren't taught, would we still have the reservations of being evil?