It is often the case/is it not often the case that...
Every man builds his castle for some other to live in and enjoy. Fortunate is he, and rare he is, that hands down the same spirit, the same strength and fortitude he employed constructing his life's work to succeeding generations. His tools become play-things, his ends just a means to a lesser man's ends.
Tomorrow is not yesterday/tomorrow never comes and yesterday is gone, gone forever, and even with today, we
may only have what little there is left of it.
Perfection is not simply beyond the scope of mankind, it is the very antithesis of progress and a doom to life itself.
We can no more creep back into the safety and security of our cot of infancy than reclaim an idyll from long past.
This is not to say that we are bereft of that same spirit, that same strength and fortitude that of old worked it's wonders on the world.
To get back to the HoL's, and this day.
We are where we are and we have to hand what we have to hand. Whither do we go? What is tool and what is play-thing?
[We are having a good and fruitful morning, I must now get on. Being more Fu Man Chu than Schwarzenegger:Your world shall hear from me again.
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Ignorance is bliss, bliss is happiness, I am happy...to draw your attention to the possible connectivity in the foregoing.