I hate to say it, but I agree with that guy (Adam Smith or John Locke, *grumbles) from whatever period he doth spawned:
all human reality sucks, is a burden, and is generally: lonesome in the beginning, times in the middle, and certainly at the end. We live but to die.
You regard me as Mr. Optimism, don't you, though? I seem to regard myself that way, and who knows me better than the person who does my thinking for me. (problem is: I'm over-analytical, as well as a huge self-effacement afficianado.)
Where is this going? You tell me.
last hope
previously:
tiger, robber, copper