WE COME UNBIDDEN into this life, and if we are lucky we find a purpose beyond starvation, misery, and early death which, lest we forget, is the common lot.
Life, too, is like that. You live it forward, but understand it backward. It is only when you stop and look to the rear that you see the corpse caught under your wheel.
Maybe it was written on my face that I’d become aware of human complexity—that’s a kinder word than “deceit.”
Find your backbone, or be swallowed whole.