A line taken from Waiting For Godot by Samuel Beckett. Uttered by two characters desperately trying to find meaning in an empty life when they suddenly decide that they are happy.

A good question, really. Once we have our technological gadgets, our cell phones, our TV's, our computers and our microwaves, our fancy toys, our piles of money, our friends, family, lovers and our so-called happiness, what the hell do we do next?

I guess we could enjoy it. Our newfound happiness, I mean. But it seems that everytime I acknowledge my own happiness something is taken away from it, a little bit of the innocence that came along with it disappears. If only there was a way I could feeze my body at the point of optimum happiness and stay that way forever. On second thought, that's not what I'm looking for in the least. The fun is in the ups and downs. It's all a bit scary when you really think about it, isn't it?