In the afternoon, around wind-down time, I once saw this one guy do a belly flop in Life’s genetic pool.
I’ve already mentioned the doubtful profit of a real revolutionist taking his ordinary life seriously, but now let me ask you this: Does Life, (now take your time before you reply), does Life, (and you think twice before injecting you or humanity into the answer, okay now?), do you think Life takes its own life seriously?
Only in-the-future is it never too late – and then even if it were, it wouldn’t matter anyway.
No revolutionist tailor wears his own suits. Yeah, sure, he uses his own patterns, but not the actual cloth.
In this life, no real faith healer would ever have need of a roofer.