I'm a Spalding Gray in a Rick Dees world.
The gods give to mortals not everything at the same time.
One who contends with immortals lives a very short life.
It is not good to have a rule of many.
Ah how shameless – the way these mortals blame the gods. From us alone they say come all their miseries yes but they themselves with their own reckless ways compound their pains beyond their proper share.
Now what is a wedding? Well, Webster's dictionary describes a wedding as the process of removing weeds from one's garden.