I have no idea why we exist. I certainly have sought answers, and all I've found is beauty.
The mathematics of physics is all-encompassing. There is no way out. The shell is immaculate. Ie, "without blemish or breach (in the continuum)".
Our emotions are real. But these "emotions" are not what we think they are: the Juggernaut is above reproach but it can also point out where we are.
We exist on a planet in the outer edges of a spiral galaxy. We are no wispy dust: we are but an inkling of a value in an equation, a possibility along the Real Line.