My Favorite Philosopher

One time I shared a tale of woe and lamentation with a man who had plenty of sorrows of his own. And he listened well, with interest and compassion, and at the end he said, "Shit stinks. That's why it's shit. But you've got to keep on shoveling, or the barn will fill right up and then you won't have nothing."

We are engaged, my friends, in the battle between the promise born with every gangly brown-eyed calf and the never-ending production of shit.  People buy sh...