Avarice is fear sheathed in gold.
Reason is the shepherd trying to corral life's vast flock of wild irrationalities.
History is the transformation of tumultuous conquerors into silent footnotes.
We endeavor to stuff the universe into the gullet of an aphorism.
Many a necklace becomes a noose.
We mourn the transitory things and fret under the yoke of the immutable ones.