For the things in life which make me glad I'm not dead yet.
Reason, Weakness and Chance
Every existent is born without reason, prolongs itself out of weakness and dies by chance. I leaned back and I closed my eyes. But pictures, promptly informed, sprang forward and filled my closed eyes with existences: existence is a repletion which man can never abandon.
– Nausea (Jean-Paul Sartre)