There is no god, no universe, no human race, no earthly life, no heaven, no hell. It is all a dream - a grotesque and foolish dream. Nothing exists but you. And you are but a thought - a vagrant thought, a useless thought, a homeless thought, wandering forlorn among the empty eternities.
One day you lose something, and you say: ‘Oh my God. I was happy. And I didn’t even know it.’
— Unknown, Humans of New York