> He felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside. This quote from Ubik perfectly reflects

> He felt all at once like an ineffectual moth, fluttering at the windowpane of reality, dimly seeing it from outside. This quote from Ubik perfectly reflects how I feel on a regular basis. Reality is weird. What's even going on here, anyway? Perhaps we should just put our faith in Ubik. It's safe when taken as directed, of course.