Transcendence

You cannot CONTROL the future; you can only DEAL WITH the quadrillion vagaries it unceasingly throws your way.  You are the undisputed servant and fate is your stern taskmaster.  Life on Earth has always been this way and forever will be.  We should hope for the best and fear the worst. Pray for rain even while installing a deluxe irrigation system.  Hope the bully backs away even as you ball your hands into fists and estimate the distance from your right foot to his crotch. Slip a condom into your pants pocket knowing full well it’ll likely still be there at the end of another luckless evening. Attempt that next-to-impossible bank shot in billiards even while reaching into your wallet to pay off your ballsy bet. Shit or get off the pot. This is not being pessimistic or necessarily fatalistic; it only articulates and reinforces our human status as an infinitesimally puny lifeform in an infinite Universe that we’ll never be able to fully comprehend.  And if we are arrantly unable to comprehend our role and our place in a cosmos that defies description, of what value is our limited simian intelligence really?  Precious little. That’s right: PRECIOUS. FUCKIN’. LITTLE! Human life matters, of course, but then again it doesn’t matter too much; its main import lies in the eye of the beholder and not anyone or anything more transcendent than that.