Windfall

I really like Thomas Sowell. I find him incredibly adroit. Although as a follower it makes Twitter think I’m a right wing conservative (it keeps suggesting these really awful people I might like). Clearly you need to be neatly defined, labelled and classified as one thing or another. I abhor his notion since even on my best days I struggle to keep my crayon coloring between the lines. Mostly I like to think of myself as straddling the political divide… with my testicles resting lightly on the cool linoleum that paves the aisle.  Proving not only that I can do the splits… but also that I probably should have worn pants.

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I don’t think I could ever improve on a Thomas Sowell quote. I am not that ego-maniacal… but I would like to (humbly) propose an addendum.

Isn’t it more of a windfall to have even been born at all?

I mean the odds are pretty much stacked against you. Galactically* I mean. That you should exist at all is amazing. You get to experience life. Well done. You’re a winner.

*you know, Pale Blue dot, that’s not too hot and not too cold in some nowhere, backwater part of some galaxy.

But hey if you want to waste your time comparing your state of a ‘aliveness’ with somebody else… go for it. I just don’t think its very useful.