And what if there's this strange, uncomprehensible force that keeps us from really escaping this life, even when we're dead, and consequentially driving us back to be reborn in this terrible life, under the same form or a different one? Are you really sure you're convinced enough that there is NO form of order or direction leading the universe to a point where you're up to put an end to it all? Think twice, as you might really regret it in the last seconds.

And how about sublimating -by turning it into an even bigger joke, as an instance, like the dadaists use to do- the absurd and injustice of this world, rather than trying to escape it...