Marx, Freud, and Nietzsche wake up Easter morning and find nothing in their baskets. Marx: Just what I expected. Freud: Just what I feared. Nietzsche: Just what I always wanted.
Nietzsche, Freud, and Marx go to the park, notice people walking six feet apart. Nietzsche: They’ve found solitude. Freud: They’ve found themselves. Marx: They’ve just lost their chains.