открываешь такой почту
видишь длинное бессвязное письмо с кучей... многоточий... из трёх точек... смайликов ))))) итд
думаешь "чо за ТП мне тут решила написать?"
смотришь на адрес отправителя
оказывается, это твой научный руководитель, доктор наук и заведующий кафедрой
tfw

We are going to die, and that makes us the lucky ones. Most people are never going to die because they are never going to be born. The potential people who could have been here in my place but who will in fact never see the light of day outnumber the sand grains of Arabia. Certainly those unborn ghosts include greater poets than Keats, scientists greater than Newton. We know this because the set of possible people allowed by our DNA so massively exceeds the set of actual people. In the teeth of these stupefying odds it is you and I, in our ordinariness, that are here.We privileged few, who won the lottery of birth against all odds, how dare we whine at our inevitable return to that prior state from which the vast majority have never stirred?
© Richard Dawkins

So remember, when you're feeling very small and insecure
How amazingly unlikely is your birth
And pray that there's intelligent life somewhere up in space
'Cause it's bugger all down here on Earth
© Monty Python