87"开始, for the record.
I happen to hate New year's celebrations.
Everybody desperate to have fun.
Trying to celebrate
in some pathetic little way.
Celebrate what? A step closer to the grave?
That's why I can't say enough times,
whatever love you can get and give,
you can filch or provide,
every temporary measure of grace,
And don't kid yourself, it's by no means all up to your own human ingenuity.
A bigger part of your existence is luck than you'd like to admit.
Christ, you know the odds of your father's one sperm from the billions,
finding the single egg that made you?
Don't think about it,
you'll have a panic attack.
The universe is winding down, why shouldn't we?