This morning, I looked in my refrigerator in order to jazz my thinking as to what I would be having for breakfast. An orgasmic flood of feeling washed over me: Isn't it nice to have food. And, oh, it is. Remember "Life will find a way" from Jurassic Park? That means that however fine things become, life will be oozing under the door to make mere survival possible. There then always will be the starving, the dying, the driven insane by misfortune or mere pain, and... You get the idea. This has no doubt been covered in your philosophy courses, but it was a rather new revelation to me.