There is no such thing as a perfect storm. Something is bound to go wrong and remain standing. What looks to be total devastation can be nothing more than near disaster and failure again eludes us. We stop and rest long enough to get a taste of boredom, then press on for what, posterity? We scratch and dig, toil and plow steadily tugged by dreams and nudged by circumstance. What some call our work ethic is merely discontent. What some call our greed is simply aspiring DNA.

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