Human society sustains itself by transforming nature into garbage.
At the dinner table, if you can't think of anything to say, sit quietly. Don't throw rolls, or chew on your napkin.
Death is frightening, and so is Eternal Life.
The harp is an insipid instrument--no good for dancing, feasting, or marching, only for sitting primly in a parlor or on a cloud.
Change is upsetting. Repetition is tedious. Three cheers for variation!
Enough is ever-receding.