From elemental particle to highest primate, it's comforting to argue that we are all cogs in a machine. But the problem on Sunday is Monday. And one question to ask could be, what exactly is it the machine does and why.
Safe to say no one has any idea, and those of us who insist otherwise are either lucky or peculiar. Me, I call myself peculiar. And I do so because peculiar is a better word than delusional.