Life is a zoo in a jungle.
I made a tentative conclusion. It seemed from all of this that uppermost among human joys is the negative one of restoration: not going to the stars, but learning that one may stay where one is.
Try the Lamentations of Jeremiah. They always pick me up.
Celibacy is the worst form of self-abuse.
Pain is the question mark turned like a fishhook in the human heart.
The rich aren't like us, they pay less taxes.