Every morning I get up and go into a maze. I sit in a reasonably comfortable chair and I press some buttons. Eventually there is food. I divide my time between solving puzzles that are presented to me and amusing myself in inscrutable ways. There is enough light and water and I am in the company of others like me, although we are kept somewhat apart as well. I have adequate veterinary care.
I can’t help but think there must be some sort of larger scheme involved in directing these actions. It might be evil, or good, or indifferent, but either way I’m pretty sure it has only marginal concern for me.
Secretly Ironic 