It's like an onion, I gather. Rip off the peels, one after the other, until you reach the center - only to find it empty. No nut, not a thing to explain all those peels, covering the kitchen sink and making you weep.

Yes, the onion contains the secret of the universe. I dare say, the onion is the secret of the universe.

You can reveal it, most certainly, with tools of the hand and of the mind. It doesn't even take very hard work. But you find nothing, and it sure makes you cry.

It's all very logical, I guess. If you take the peels away, if you dig down to the very core, well, then it's no longer a core of anything. So it's nothing. What else could it be?

Where's a poor human being, the biggest brain among primates, to find guidance?

So, occasionally, I contemplate murder.