Most of the time, people are floating in the endless surgent human society and lapped by those tiny and senseless surfs, and what people can only do is avoid the depression at the time.
Highly enjoyable though it was to swim in hot and foamy water with clouds of different-colored steam wafting all around him, no stroke of brilliance came to him, no sudden burst of understanding.
For example, two women were vacationing in Longboat Key. While they were floating on a rubber boat along the shore, a water scooter crashed into them and killed them.
It's weird to think of some asteroids as being not much more than free-floating bags of gravel, but the Universe is under no obligation to adhere to our expectations.