Bob Dylan once sang about serving somebody. Which body? The poor? The sick? The nerdy? I'll get there. For now, I'm just down with my girls, Sarah and Chi Chi. So I'll serve them... (with fava beans... mwaaahaahaaa!!)
No, as it stands, the doing has got to be for something. When so much is for nought, a falsetto impression mighty imply that nothing matters. Who can focus in a universe that keeps expanding into whimpering antimatter? But act for something and shit happens. The pieces fall into place. Alignment baby! The universe opens up with a bang!
Right. So then... Which something?
(MIchael Stevenson "Das Gift" from ‘Argonauts of the Timor Sea’)