The heretofore unverbalized rallying cry for one growing reality was:
“To become civilized, men must impress others, and since this is not within our means, let us impress each other.” (This, in case you weren’t listening, is a Jim Dandy, Fifth Symphony, unassisted triple-play of an explanation of civilization.)
The Seventh Runner-Up in one world’s annual Proverb Playoffs was, “There’s nothing to fear at a garlic festival for a man with his brother’s nose.” (Trust me – you don’t wanna hear what the winner sounded like.)
A father flogging his notions of efficiency told all his kids, “If you wanna get famous fast, find a sore spot on yourself for others and don’t ever stop pickin’ at it.”
Any god that uses the words “once and for all” is from out of town or suicidal; either way, I’d give him a wide berth.
As he passed through life, this one man would periodically say, “Jeeze, I’m passin’ through life.”