Death

What is the point of death?
We spend all our lives living...loving...learning in so many ways.
We (hopefully) build this "self" with ever improving wisdom.
We build relationships. friendships. families. loves.
We try to impart to the world what we've learned, we try to learn from the world what we don't yet know.
We carry on this incessant quest for knowledge, comprehension, understanding.
We carefully, or haphazardly, or a bit of both, construct our mind. our self.

One week we balance our checkbook, and the next week, we die. Why?

It's all gone. Gone. Decades and decades of work, almost an entire century, evaporate in the few short hours required to leave this planet.
Leaving behind only legacy, the memory - for however briefly that might last.
Many are able to at least leave their lingering impression on children, grandchildren, a following world.
Those of us not favored in this way, we might as well not even have existed?  Is that it?

So no. I don't fucking understand.
Looks pretty damned pointless.