Yet our entire function in life seems to be finding the signal in the noise, the meaning in the chaos.

So we keep digging down in the noise, looking for the ideal signal.

One would think that after a few thousand years, it should become evident there is no signal without the noise. No objective perspective.

Even math isn't the voice of god, but just the most stable patterns. More tautological than ideal.

Life just bubbles up, stabilizes and crumbles.

It's like a sentence. The end is just punctuation, so what matters is how well you tie the rest together.