Supplemental excerpt. Rearranged.

You are not your bank account
You are not the clothes you wear
You are not the contents of your wallet
You are not your bowel cancer
You are not your grande latte
You are not the car you drive
You are not your fucking khaki's

I say let me never be complete
I say may I never be content
I say deliver me from Swedish furniture
I say deliver me from clever arts
I say deliver me from clear skin and perfect teeth
I say you have to give up
I say evolve, and let the chips fall where they may

You have to realize that someday you will die
Until you know that, you are useless
You are not a beautiful and unique snowflake
You are the same decaying organic matter as everything else
We are all part of the same compost heap
We are the all singing, all dancing, crap of the world

This is your life, this is your life, this is your life, this is your life
And it and it's ending one-minute at a time
The things you own end up owning you
It's only after you've lost everything that you're free to do anything

-Tyler Durden

"This is your life" by Dust Brothers. Rearranged to form a somewhat coherent flow.