Say's sticky comics this morning.
Although I agree in principle, it's been too happy a weekend (despite certain hiccups) to get upset about the analogy. Post-good time philosophy advocates a rather simple way of dealing with this revelation:
If life is like a box of fortune cookies, keep breaking it open and dissecting what 'confucious says' for meaning until you hit upon one you like. Keep it. Be happy.
Smile. It's a beautiful morning :)