Such are the foolish dreams of idealistic children who believe that anything can possibly get better over time.

Mostly we don't get destroyed," John said. "Mostly we destroy ourselves.

Are we living a life that is safe from harm?

Of course not. We never are. But that’s not the right question. The question is are we living a life that is worth the harm?

I will indulge my sorrows, and give way To all the pangs and fury of despair.

Despair, night in the grieving senses.

But the sound of despair is never pleasant; it sounds suspiciously like lying.