From “The Human Condition: A User’s Manual,” by Arnold Kunst
17 November
I remember like it was yesterday a European flight some
years ago on which I was served a chicken dinner. What was so memorable was the
fact that the trapezoidal space on the plastic plate had a piece of chicken of
uncannily accurate trapezoidal measurements. It was as if that chicken, the
proud finished product of genetic engineering, had been tailor-made for this
plastic plate, its ultimate residence. Like, it was an EXACT fit.
By contrast let us pray that you and I continue to be the
proverbial round peg in all the proverbial square holes of life.
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