When it rains it pours, and then monsoons, and then tidal waves destroy everything, and there's an earthquake too probably and a volcano erupts shooting ash into the morning sky, blocking out the sun and suffocating all plant life, and then the meteor hits.
And then God reveals it was all a practical joke, the credits roll, you take off your VR goggles and realize you're actually an accountant from Winnipeg and it's raining outside. And then the DMT wears off and you realize you're a 17 year old in your mom's basement who found a bag of orange powder on the ground at Coachella and figured you'd see what the fuss was about.
And then you wake up from your dream, a 50 year old Wall Street broker who finds himself in a pool of his own vomit from trying to OD on oxy. And then someone slaps your face - you were knocked out in a Kung Fu battle, the long goatee'd master looks down at you, strokes his beard and says, "Again."
And then you try to continue this train of thought, but decide keep your head down until work is over for the day, because it's been a shitty week and you don't need any more headaches and you really just want to pet a dog and drink a beer and float in a lake somewhere and forget what problems are....