“Waiter, There’s A Fly In My Soup!”

“Yes, I see him, trapped, floating helplessly on the surface of the broth, spinning slowly near the vortex left by your quickly withdrawn spoon, much as humanity rides atop the surface of life, unable to escape its predicament yet unwilling to dive in and explore it, instead knocked about by uncomprehended forces, heads set spinning by God’s hasty retreat, mere observers of our fate in the swirling void of modernity.” A possible addition to Kafka’s Joke Book.