"Why are we here, men and women, eighteen hundred million of us,
on this remarkable planet? To what end?
Is it to go about looking for dung - cow dung, horse dung,
the enormous and princely excrement of elephants?
Evidently it is, for a good many of us at any rate. .....
It seemed an inadequate reason, I thought for our being here -
immortal souls, first cousins of the angels, own brothers of
Buddha and Mozart and Sir Isaac Newton....
- Aldous Huxley on traveling in India, in "Jesting Pilate" (1926).