… are not mine. They’re Dave’s:

I suppose some people will read this and wonder why I have such a bleak
worldview. I can hear it now: “Dave, you just need to get laid!” (Well,
maybe I do, but that’s irrelevant. My beliefs are carefully thought out
and entirely rational!) The thing is, the world doesn’t feel
bleak to me. If you believe, as I do, that the only paradise that
matters must be sought in the present moment, than what does it matter
if in the long run we are all somebody else’s dinner? Right here, right
now, the coffee is good, the stars are beautiful, and the night is
alive with primal music — the flow of water, and the urgent and
wondrous and terrifying dance that attends the creation of new life.
Regardless of how attentive or distracted I may be, the ability to draw
breath at such a moment feels like pure grace. I wouldn’t want things
any other way.