There are two ways of waking up in the morning. One is to say, 'Good morning, God.' And the other is to say, 'Good God, it's morning.' People who wake up the second way have an anxiety about life. It seems rather absurd. Considerable literature is being produced today on the absurdity of life. I suppose one of the best expression of that absurdity occurred in a novel about a city on a river. In this particular novel there were two factories. One factory was on one side of the river and the other factory on the opposite side. The factory on one side of the river took great big stones and smashed and ground them to powder. Then, when the stones were reduced to powder, they shipped the powder to the other side of the river where the other factory turned the powder into great big boulders. Then the boulders were sent back to the first factory and so the routine continued. This was a literary expression of the way some people today regard life.