This year's been hard for me. I had to get rid of an old friend - my Saturn, Harley. You see, she was a faithful girl, but she was old - real old. Like 20 years old. Which in people years would be a billion.
The poor girl started choking out white smoke. I could have replaced the engine, but it would only be a matter of time before something else went out. I could see that it was time. Cars don't last forever. They're like people, in that way.
Which brings me to my next point. I dunno how I feel about the idea of a New World Order. But I got a pack of playing cards about it anyway, showing the supposed culprits of the conspiracy to turn our sovereign nation into a former-nation and whatnot. And you know what I noticed? Most of these guys are, for all their wealth, really really old. They're like my Harley. They keep replacing their internal organs, getting transplants and whatnot - but you can only do that for so long. Eventually everything in the body will break down. Nothing lasts forever, no matter how you try and stave off the cold hand of death. Better to live a happy, charmed life and to die knowing that you lived well. Nothing wrong with that. No one could fault you. It would be the most human thing in the world.
Well I learned my lesson only after pouring a bucketload of money into Harley, which did the trick...for a little while (a couple weeks), and left me with a large bill to pay.
So anyway, I guess what I'm trying to say is, All Things Must Pass.