one day you wake up and discover that it is in you. it is not even yours. it also did not come from the outside. it is nothing that you picked up along the way either. you were born for it to exist. your own life has no other purpose. you are not important. it is what is in you that is not yours, and you were born to give it expression. that is the sense that there is to the whole of the comedy. there is no life, just comedy. that ordered state of matter that brainless and spineless invertebrate intellectuals call life does not exist. the abstract is absolute, deal with it.
