None are Saints

The only conclusive myth is a dead myth.

With more advice, (that may even transcend the need for same), one of the older creatures said to one of the less old, “Just ask yourself this:  Why go into debt when you know you’ll just eventually die?”

None are saints,
none are sinners,
all are diners,
all are dinners.

If it is natural for ordinary folk to have heroes, then a Revolutionist would want to be his hero’s hero.

The present ripens into the future with the kind assistance of the manure known as talk.

J.