The Eternal Question

Why are we here? I had a chance meeting with a strange old man the other day that claimed to know. His answer makes a frightening amount of sense.
I looked at the paper with a sigh. Some nimrod quit his job because the number 666 was on his W2. He was quoted as saying "no amount of money is worth my soul." I put the paper down on the diner counter as I mumbled to myself.
"So glad I live in the modern age."
The old man next to me turned and looked me up and down with a critical eye. "What was that?"
"Sometimes I think this whole world has gone crazy." I said to him as I pointed to the article in the paper.
He picked up the paper and scanned the article with a slight grin. "It does seem rather random on the surface, doesn't it?"
"On the surface?" Out of the frying pan and into the fire I thought to myself. I had gone from reading about a religious nut to talking to a conspiracy nut. I wasn't sure which was worse.
He laughed out loud as I looked at him, the laugh a sound somewhere between all-knowing and all evil. I almost got up to move down the counter and he froze me with a twinkle in his eyes. I was stuck looking over the edge into a bottomless pit of knowledge.

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