In Which I Rebut Eric's Philosophical Rebuttal

While I can't fault the argument laid out by your cold, calculated, logical mind, I can offer some context for the philosophizing in question. Sure, this little piece of pithiness--

Happiness is a pause between 2 moments of suffering.

--might not be the greatest or most profound thing ever uttered by a human being (that would be this). However, I feel there is a little bit of context here that you are neglecting to consider; namely, the location of said philosophizing--the "2nd floor bathroom stall of the Kelley Engineering Center."

While I am unable to account for the personality or intelligence of your average restroom-occupant at the Kelley Engineering Center, based on the fact that one Eric Walkingshaw also seems to be at least a sporadic user of said facility, I can assume that they likely have a) an above-average intellect, b) a profound disregard or even open-armed acceptance of the threat robots pose to humankind, and c) possibly a large, wide-nostrilled nose. None of these things necessarily imply a lack of philosophical thoroughness, but they do point to a mindset that is probably focused more on numbers and data than the nuances of human suffering. Were this a bathroom on the 2nd floor of an English Department, on the other hand, you would hope to find a more accurate assessment of the state of sorrow, seeing as those miserable bastards quite honestly would have little reason to enjoy anything, or even live.

But even if we are to assume that the user of this stall and author of this sentiment happened to be a passing philosopher or lost and scared English student, the fact that it was written on a bathroom stall also leads us to conclude that more than likely this observation was made while said author was emptying their bowels, which as you may no doubt be aware is not the ideal state for profound thinking. Even the greatest minds and keenest truth-seekers can be forgiven for errors in thought as they take the train to Deucetown, so to speak. There is perhaps no philosopher who could be expected to make a sound observation on the travails of human existence in the midst of evacuating the citizens of Sphincterville. I would argue that there is perhaps no one in history whose best work and greatest ideas were accomplished while in the midst of an excremental excursion. Except maybe Arthur Schopenhauer.

Perhaps good Mr. Walkingshaw, given this context, should do what the author of the debated philosophy was clearly having trouble doing themselves, and simply give this one a pass.