I'm sitting in a pizza place waiting for my order. People are complaining because their food is taking longer than they thought it was going to take.
The infinite magic of the universe, the impossibility of human existence, an unfathomable coincidence has led us to this irrelevant and inconsequential moment in time, where people are angry because the restaurant is busy and their food isn't coming on time.
When they are dead and buried in the ground, nobody will remember they ever fucking existed. But people will still be eating pizza.