Everything is such a ridiculous miracle, from sex and birth to humanity, to chasing money, to jobs, to chasing others.
Living on a big ball of dirt and water that stays together because of gravity (whatever that is), flying through a vacuum of space so big we can’t even begin to comprehend, around a giant torch of nuclear power.
On this wet rock we fight each other, arguing and even killing because someone is too different or we think we don’t have enough stuff. We fear losing it all, when we know that we are definitely going to lose everything in the end.
We take it so seriously.
And that’s the cosmic joke.