Only after disaster can we be resurrected.
You love me. You ignore me. You save my life, then you cook my mother into soap.
The lucky ones are just born dead.
At this rate, we'll never get to the future.
The same way a compact disk isn't responsible for what's recorded on it, that's how we are. You're about as free to act as a programmed computer. You're about as one-of-a-kind as a dollar bill.
Just for the record, how I feel right now is very terrific.