For whatever reason, the planet keeps turning.

Sun up, sun down. It makes no difference.

We remain slaves to our own fate. As if that

Weren’t poignant enough, there’s really not

Much we can do about it short of throwing our existence

Into chaos or bringing it to an abrupt halt. But life has no

Patience for frivolous requests. This is our time, for better or worse.

Squandering it would be a sign of weakness.