- Patrick "Wagon" McCann
Variety might be the spice of life, but routine is sanity's insurance policy. I quickly disregard anyone who says they live life on the edge -- flying through existence by the winds of chaos. No one can hold a knife to the neck of routine for an extended period. Except for the occasional well financed trust fund babies with amazing beards. Those fools are multi-generational lottery winning protagonists in Father Smith's The Wealth of Nations.
The human mind strives for predictable results. Of late, many in the "all are equal" camp are not only striving for predictability, but duplicable and $15 an hour type of results. If absent of quality the mind will generate it's own results. Truly crafty minds seek out patterns in results, which is why conspiracy theories grow like ivy up mankind's social think... pretty to look at, but takes over and is hard as hell to rid. They are usually the folk that suck on the Federal milk sake like a 7-Eleven Big Gulp in Robin's hood.
I am a fan of getting results through life's ruts. Wake, work, sleep, repeat. That's how the Hoover Dam rose from the canyon's floor. Man reached the moon by people doing repetitious work. We would never have all-you-can-eat buffets or tattoo parlors in suburban strip malls if the lazy Commies had won the Cold War. Not everyone can have the shallow pleasure of farting in the ADHD skillet to fry up creative nonsense. (Yours truly included!) Chasing after every little shinny object in the hopes of wealth through ease has been commoditized by every snake oil salesmen trolling late night infomercial circuit for decades. Make millions in days! Learn Latin in two weeks! Lose 35lbs watching television!
Let's get ready to chop wood and carry water. Because all we do is pick up heavy weights and put down heavy weights. Many, many times!
