There will come a day in your life when you'll realize that certain materialistic objects in your life can give you more pleasure than actual human interaction in a very short span of time. What surrounds us is ample amount of expressive information that is boundless of space and time and hits you with the same frequency time and again. This data, regardless of it's form which can range from music to visual art, creates your very own escape zone from the never ending chaos in the world, and interestingly does this is a very transcendental way most of the times. But what's the point of all this?
Is it just there to because of fate? Maybe not. Maybe the current quarks in your system that have diffused with your environment are nothing but a kind of coincidental conspiracy. Maybe everything is away or everything is maybe away.