The concept of mortality serves as a governor on bliss. In the mix with guilt and shame and religious mumbo jumbo, it keeps pants on, skirts down and noses to the grindstone.
Well, sir, I suppose I'm about as guilty as the next fellow and I'm seventy eight years old. The life expectancy for a male in the UK is 78.6. I'm not about to be caught with any of that, " shoulda' done more of this, shoulda' done more of that," drivel on my lips at the end.
Seems to me we were born for joy. Ignore the distractions.
Give us peace on earth and end this dreadful, dreadful war.
Oh bloody hell. I always thought my life expectancy was whatever it was when I croaked. Pretty exact timing - not one day early, not one day late. But it's gonna be right on time. - greg
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