Something my friend wrote for me to cheer me up (i thought i'd share it because it's funny)

Earlier today, I was grinding off the backs of some screws in a carburetor. As I did this, hot steel was of course spraying in every direction, causing me some minor burns on my forearms and hands. As I did this, a particularly large chunk of steel, a small shard of red-hot metal, was flung into my wrist and embedded itself there. Now, as I pulled it out with my fingers, cursing, I couldn't help but think philosophically. What was the purpose of this shard? Was it just a part of the screw that was at random thrown into my skin by the grinder? Did it have some sort of purpose other than to serve as the bottom of a screw holding down a throttle plate? Come to think of it, was this shard of steel, temporarily lodged in my arm, even from the screw? Perhaps, I thought as I cursed and threw the little chunk of metal behind my back, it was a small spaceship, manned by tiny aliens. Or maybe it was a missile launched by aliens in a botched attempt to take my life. Or maybe, just maybe, it would serve a much higher purpose after I discarded it. After all, its matter had an ancestry stretching back to the dawn of the universe. Surely, after at least 15 billion years of existing in many different forms over the eons, this little piece of matter wasn't going to simply end its tale now. But a much more pressing matter was also on my mind:
Goddamn that thing hurt.