Consider:

"If you get handed lemons... make lemonade!" But lemons are not the only ingredient in lemonade; also required is water and sugar. If all you are handed is lemons, then all you can make is lemon juice, sour to drink. Sugar is what makes lemonade sweet. The adage assumes that you are handed not only lemons but also sugar, or that you had a sufficient store of sugar prior. Without sugar, if you are handed lemons, you simply cannot make lemonade.

And of course, it commonly occurs that, both figuratively and literally, there is no sugar.

Sometimes there is not even water.

I don't like to give out a mediocre book, which is why my library is filled with mediocre books, because I give out all the good ones.

How precarious, life.

To tell the truth, there is no truth.

Acorn into oak.

“My life is not here. This is comfortable. My life is not meant to be comfortable.”

“There will be more.”

“There will be no more.”

Both equally ominous.

And equally vague.

And therefore equally meaningless.

Cardboard boxes, plastic bags, and extension cords: however many you have is five too short.

Life is killing me.

I do not ascribe meaning to mundane occurrences. I do not ascribe meaning to extraordinary events. (Existence is utterly and unutterably meaningless.)