Why are people born? Why do they die? Why do they want to spend so much of the intervening time wearing digital watches?
Would you like me to go and stick my head in a bucket of water?
When people you greatly admire appear to be thinking deep thoughts, they probably are thinking about lunch.
I was created to fulfill a function and I failed in it. I negated my own existence.
The single raindrop never feels responsible for the flood.
Do you find coming to terms with the mindless tedium of it all presents an interesting challenge?