Some day each of us will be gone, no longer. So doesn’t it make sense to be kind to others while we are here? If we’re going to be gone some day, might we as well be good to each other? Is kindness such an inconvenience? I don’t see the logic of nihilism on this larger timescale. If I can afford one small kindness to a stranger while here on this Earth, I would sooner offer it then contribute to the cold hard omnipresent entropy. Flames should dance while lit.