As for the stars, or the beginning of the universe, whatever the current scientific thought about it is, that's fine with me. There are stars out there that have already died, and their light won't touch our skies till I have lived and died myself. Am I really going to spend a lot of time worrying about it? My laundry is more pressing than this. Live real life, that's all I'm saying. Or if you can't, because taking care of you and yours and being a positive force in the community isn't enough to give you meaning and purpose, at least don't demand that everyone carefully live their lives in such a manner as not to ever contradict this delicate spider web of ancient stories that you live in.
So you have chosen John Wither over Augustus Frost.
BTW, why the importance of laundry, or yourself, if you're just worm chow anyway?
Yes, you have the felt intention to do things, but which should that have any influence on your actions?
(Shades of Sartre's Nausea...)
Cheers!