Open Letter

Dear God,

Thanks for sex.

For the life of me I would have never dreamt up such an elegant solution to keep an entire sentient species not just focused, charged, but entertained, bursting with jois de vivre, and therefore inured to the otherwise inevitable grasp of anhedonia, nihilophobia, and weltschmerz.

And while I have you here, kudos for the thumb! Nowhere else have I come across such a dramatic improvement to the versatility of a tool with such a simple addition.