I know what you’re getting at, but that kind of existance to me, sounds less like that of a human being, and more like that of say, a tree.
A tree cares not whether a bird chooses to nest on one of it’s branches, nor does it care if it’s fate is that of firewood. Like your sage, it just ‘goes with the flow’. A bleak affair, and terribly boring.
We are not trees. We are above those lower forms of life, because we are rational, wich is a gift, but a curse, because we are aware of our own suffering.
As intelligence rises, so does suffering. Madness comes as a way to avoid the memory of suffering.
Ever notice how the brain is located at the polar opposite end of the body when compared to the reproductive organs?
If you cut an ant in half, the lower half of the body will sting the head, and the head will bite the tail. Existance may bring about brief moments of happiness, but it is generally all negative in nature, It’s survival of the fittest, after all.
Through reproduction, The Will is effectively immortal and in turn cheats even death.
The only difference is that as intelligent, rational beings, we’re aware of, and are able to reject The Will, and cut ourselves from the tree of life. It would be the smartest thing to do.
Of course, I probably just have a serious chemical imbalance in my brain. In which case disregard everything I have said.
But since we’re using quotes, I’ll leave one, or two for fun:
Heinrich Heine, who spent the last eight years of his life paralyzed, partly blind and heavily sedated on his “mattress grave” (death bed), said:
Sleep is lovely, death is better still, not to have been born is of course the miracle.
, and yes there is much to do out there!
Happy. I wish you many lucid dreams to come! 
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