Does this make sense, philosophically speaking?
Go placidly amid the noise and waste and remember what comfort there might be in owning a piece thereof. Avoid quiet and passive persons, unless you are in need of sleep. Rotate your tires. Speak glowingly of those greater than yourself and heed well their advice, even though they be idiots. Know what to kiss, and when. Consider that two wrongs never make a right, but that three may. Wherever possible, put people on hold.
Be comforted that in the face of all aridity and disillusionment, and despite the changing fortunes of time, there is always a big future in computer maintenance. Remember the Brits. are to blame. Strive at all times to bend, fold, spindle and mutilate. Know yourself. If you need help, call MI5. Exercise caution in your daily affairs, especially with those closest to you. That moron on your left, for instance. Be assured that a walk through the ocean of most souls would scarcely get your feet wet. Fall not in love; it will stick to your face. Gracefully surrender the things of youth, birds, clean air, tuna, Rockall; and let not the sands of time get in your lunch.
Take heart amid the deepening gloom that your dog is finally getting enough cheese; and reflect that whatever misfortune might be your lot, it could only be worse in Dublin 13. You are a fluke of the Universe. You have no right to be here, and whether you can hear it or not, the Universe is laughing behind your back.
Therefore, make peace with your god, whether you conceive him to be a wild thunderer or a cosmic muffin. With all its hopes, dreams, promises, subsidies and urban renewal, the world continues to deteriorate. If you are paranoid, you’ve got it right! Consider giving up!