Dear friends. Without a hearty account of the nature of man , you may find yourself on occasion lapsing into a particular despair. “Who am I?” you ask dejectedly. “Why are the first two sips of Diet Coke always the best?” you wistfully ponder. “What makes me different than the lazy housecat, content to sleep, eat, and poop without a metathought?”
These difficult questions born of malaise endure no facile answer. But I feel you. I grok you. I dig you, see. And, I have an answer.