Kurt Vonnegut is cynically wonderful. I am reading “A Breakfast of Champions” and seem to find deep meaning in every paragraph – whether he intended them to be “deep” or not I don’t know! An excerpt:
“… Like everybody else in the cocktail lounge, he was softening his brain with alcohol. This was a substance produced by a tiny creature called yeast. Yeast organisms ate sugar and excreted alcohol. They killed themselves by destroying their own environment with yeast shit.
Kilgore Trout once wrote a short story which was a dialogue between two pieces of yeast. They were discussing the possible purposes of life as they ate sugar and suffocated in their own excrement. Because of their limited intelligence, they never came close to guessing that they were making champagne.”
Like Dvorahji says, Shut up and be Happy!