I've read this a number of times, as I know quite a few people have, but this section has never struck me before:

I submit that this is what the real, no-bull- value of your liberal-arts education is supposed to be about: How to keep from going through your comfortable, prosperous, respectable adult life dead, unconscious, a slave to your head and to your natural default-setting of being uniquely, completely, imperially alone, day in and day out.

Sometimes I feel like I don't need to write anything at all because everything I could ever want to say has already been said.