Dumb Luck and the Fall of Empires
by Gary Hardaway
We all live at the edge of disaster.
The missed paycheck. The missed stop sign.
Genetic tricks in heart or liver or pancreas.
At some point we all reach the end point
of something. Something important
if only to our fragile self esteem.
All the good is contingent
and awaits but the fatal judgment,
the bad choice, the flawed execution
of a less than excellent design, to flee.
Presume nothing. The warm sun
in a moment could be blacked out
by the fall of a body, heavenly or diabolical,
the net result of which is your particular,
and possibly general, disaster.
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This cuts straight to the marrow. *
Sad but true.*
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I like this in particular, and in general. "All the good is contingent"*
"Presume nothing."
Wise advice!
The dumb luck of being born with good tubes or not. *
Thanks, Daniel.