A busload of anonymous Chinamen passing me in the street remind me that my life is as inconsequential as the next. One should not take things to heart, for in this world a million souls come and go, so downtrodden they are ignorant to the sadness of their very passing.

What is my paltry drop of suffering, against the salty ocean of ambivalence? In a world of wars, climate change and wholesale extinction of species, one man's suffering is another man's "I don't give a fuck." I kick your dog. I take your paper. God giveth, and God taketh away. Wax on, wax off. Better you than me.

Well bite the wax, tadpole. Look for the fly. An eye for eye, a mule for mule.

Confucious say, "Who am I, but a speck of light, on the ass of a fly, on the ass of a mule, taking a particularly putrid dump. When one could so easily be a piece of shit, to feel light, even on the ass of a fly, is glorious."