Yes, I am a mere bug to be crushed by an uncaring universe. Even so, my life has meaning to me, and that meaning is to leave behind a note: "Dear Universe: Well, you've gone and gotten rid of me. I hope you are happy, with no-one to make love to your ear canal as you sleep. I hope you do the honorable thing and raise my offspring, which will be hatching into your nasal cavity any second now. I hope you are able to, without my intervention, stave off the suicidal spider hoardlings, determined to cast themselves in sacrifice through your slumber-parted lips and hurtle down your gullet in a frenzy of leggy doom. I hope your skin suddenly awakens to the feeling of a half-dozen different crawling sensations, and knows them all as Love."