There was once a beautiful snake, but as it inched along it hit a shard of glass.
Out of anger and spite the snake squeezed the glass like it was prey. The snake bled.
But this only maddened the snake, so it squeezed harder, and harder still.
The snake didn't stop squeezing that glass until it was dead.
This was a meaningless death, but the snake never gave up. It had its 15 minutes of fame.
I should probably stop now, least I end up like the snake.