You wake up one day and figure out—you are being inundated with humanistic sloganeering telling you to believe that “we have moved away from the monarch conception. Now you are king!” People who swallow humanistic sloganeering are ill-prepared to deal with mortal existence, which is the only type available here presently. It all ends up in the graveyard, then what?
—Oh, nobody knows.
—No, you don’t know, and nobody you know, knows. But that doesn’t mean that nobody knows.