You find it soone

So no body really cares about all of this crap. It is a bleeding veign- taking away the slippy slop like the jelly goes crashing on the floor in a sick thunk and shatter of impossible glass.
Then the toast is like a desert going down the slide0 scratch all the way down with nothing to show for it. So don't take pity on this thought pattern. Its just a feeble attempt to understand the increasingly small limit. And then prove it with epsilon and delta. So you wanna be this close, eh? Well, here's what you gotta do: you gotta go down on all knees and pray.
What is the point, anyhow? To procreate? No way. Bad idea. "But there are so many little pleasures of life." Trite.
Stay busy and watch lots of TV.
Work really hard and you'll have a better TV to watch.
Also, buy animals and treat them like humans because humans are too darn messy.
Go to the extreme hot places and talk about the weather.
Drink things that make you feel good.
Eat things that make you feel good.
Do things that make you forget to feel.
Sleep. Sleep. Sleep.
If you're lucky, you sleep for twenty years or so.
Forget this forever.
Write emails that no one returns.
Don't return people's emails.
Dont' keep in touch with people from your youth.
In fact, you should renouce all things from your past because the past is dead.
And death has no place in this world.
Don't do anything you're not sure you're amazing at.
And for crying out loud, don't think about it!