The Super Pessimist

This matter’s been looked at from a multiplicity of angles, but let me put it to you simply: 

Do you imagine that the gods most favor those with the fewest wants, or those with the most stuff?

It is within the determination of that little understood, mortal division sign, time, that all things are judged either good or evil.  Thus, the underappreciated power of the very word, “timing” … (What else, dear Hector, is there?)

I’ve heard dozens, hundreds, dozens-of-hundreds say that, “Nature does nothing uselessly,” or that the “gods don’t,” or that “Life doesn’t”…when is someone finally going to close the book on this matter by including Man?

Were it not for the ever-increasing, teeny lips of the talented, we would not have the appearance of the harmonica.  Men would still be able to play the accordion by mouth…tell ME about progress.

The Super-Pessimist would be he who moans out, “If this is living, I’m a dead man.”

J.