What I meant by "Art exists, which explains its reason", was simply stating against your "what if i didn't exist". The very fact that it doesn't
not exist explains it's purpose. It exists as an output of all our non-productive selves. For example, productivity is all in our minds, anything we do we can always rationalize as "productive".
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[li]Sleep - So we can be more productive when we are awake
[li]Being lazy - resting so that we can be productive
[li]Eating - So we can properly function
[li]Getting Drunk - A way to escape from everyday life, so we can focus more when we are in life
[li]Reproducing - Pleasure and carrying on family
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There are plenty more and maybe some of those are debatable.
This is sort of confusing, but if you were to look at our lives at that level, we don't have meaning either. The way I get around that; to think that it doesn't matter if we have meaning or not. There is no possible way for us to ever know our meaning until we are finished with. Even so, why is not having a meaning so bad? We aren't a mean to an ends in that regard, and that comforts me