Away the Crow Road

All your nonsenses and truths, your finery and squalid options, combine and coalesce, to one noise including laugh and whimper, scream and sigh, forever and forever repeating, in any tongue we care to chose, whatever lessened, separated message we want to hear. It all boils down to nothing, and where we have the means and will to fix our reference with in that flux; there we are. If it has any final signal, the universe says simply, but with every possible complication, 'Existence', and it neither pressures us nor draws us out, except as we allow. Let me be part of that outrageous chaos...and I am.

The Crow Road
Iain Banks