Alright, so i love Mark Twain He was a great guy. Let us endeavor so to live that when we come to die even the undertaker will be sorry.
It is human life. We are blown upon the world; we float buoyantly upon the summer air a little while, complacently showing off our grace of form and our dainty iridescent colors; then we vanish with a little puff, leaving nothing behind but a memory--and sometimes not even that. I suppose that at those solemn times when we wake in the deeps of the night and reflect, there is not one of us who is not willing to confess that he is really only a soap-bubble, and as little worth the making.
But such is human life. Here today and gone tomorrow. A dream -- a shadow -- a ripple on the water -- a thing for invisible gods to sport with for a season and then toss idly by -- idly by. It is rough.
When we remember we are all mad, the mysteries of life disappear and life stands explained.
Life is at best a dream and at worst a nightmare from which you cannot escape. If you want more comment- I also know some from other people