An aphorism that does not score is just one more sentence.
The interest in Wisdom is fading. Soon there will not be enough left to support the aphorism, even though it tries to amuse by half-mocking the Wisdom it propounds.
Somehow the body keeps life going despite the ravaging negations of the mind.
My parents wanted me to solace them for sorrows they denied having had.
Self-realization sounds good. But what if only an enraged dwarf emerges?
Vice is a dreary business. And virtue is not a lot of fun, either.