intense quakes on the feeling of truth

Statistics tells me that my existence is insignificant and I cannot make an observable change in the world, and tells me stories about the voting paradox and the like.

Chaos tells me that my existence is critical and my every action changes the world irreversibly, and tells me stories about the butterfly effect and the like.

Statistics gets angry and tells that my every action indeed changes the world but those changes are statistically insignificant and does not alter the collective behavior of the world that much.

Chaos gets angry and tells that those changes are indeed statistically insignificant from a world point of view but it can change life of a single human being drastically, significant from a person point of view.

Death, then comes and everybody else stops talking. Death asks me that what does it matter? What if you can change something or not? Does it make a difference in the end?

I don’t answer.