I thought of that old saw “opportunity knocks, temptation kicks the door down” which is similar to the concept that the bad things in life are flung at your head like rocks from a catapult, the bad things in life are heat seeking missiles – you can run but you cannot hide but the good things in life you have to earn – no one hands those to you on a silver platter yet the shit in life comes served up on a cheap paper plate that soaks thru and lands on your foot and you drag the smell around with you for rest of your life…

(I have no idea what prompted me to write that on December 3, 2004. It appears to have been part of an email I sent someone.)