By Joe Pegasus
Oh! If only my fate were oblivion, against all nature declares, then my soul could be content and would be restive. Adversaries and challenges might be things of my determination; commitments should be without schedule and prompt. Love would be a passion that springs from my spirit alone, to enchant from one to another as fancy whims. My dreams would be then solutions instead of daunting riddles. Life would have a clear beginning and a smart termination. There is no hell to pay or heaven to miss when the road of life drops steeply into nothing.