What a start. I’ve never read a better description of life contained within such a sparse number of words. In three tiny paragraphs, Vonnegut captures all of its wonder and all of its pointlessness; the hellishness of being born into a world where countless billion human lives have already…

A writer with enough skill and acute observation can write about absolutely nothing and make it interesting, but our modern culture batters us with a deluge of drama.  When nothing happens for long periods of time, even a superbly written nothing, our attention can easily drift.