I just figured out the meaning of life. Well, more accurately, I guess, the meaning of death. You see, we have to die for things to ever stand a chance of getting better. We're useful for our time, sure, but if we lived forever we'd always be around, stinking up the joint with our ingrained attitudes and prejudices and stupidity, and there would never be a next generation to take over and reject that noise and try to make something better. Now, there can be setbacks and wrong turns, of course, but I believe the general march of human history is toward the good. So, each person gets a chance to give as much as they can and then the next generation gets a chance to improve on it.
No snark, just an observation.
Here's the deal, I'm the best there is. I wake up in the morning and I urinate excellence. And nobody can hang with my stuff. I'm just a big hairy American winning machine.
I'm very humble, too.