Life is precious, we live and then we die. Everything in between must be enjoyed, no reason to live an unhappy and angry life, even if you're a piece of lint.

Well, life is still pretty brief and fragile whether you're a dead ant or a piece of lint.

That would make me think of the Pink Panther theme song: Dead ant. Dead ant. Dead ant. Dead ant. Dead ant. Dead ant. Dead ant.

You are the director of yourself.

How drunk were you?

You ever wonder why we're here? ... what? I meant why are we here, in this canyon? What was all of that stuff about God?

this is what happens when you smoke the good stuff by yourself

So, did you then ponder and reflect on the struggle and ultimate futility of cleaning?

Nope, no point in life. Like the ant, we grow up, work for a someone bigger than ourself, and die.

What the absolute hell...