If the pendulum swings this way, it must also swing the other. What goes up must come down. I guess our minds are no more than Newtonian processes after all.
Here I am one day rebelling against the current wisdom of medical treatment, and then the next day swinging back again because of the witness of a friend as to the crippling price MS can exact on the body.
Why fortify the castle in time of peace? Who prepares for war when the enemy sleeps in a distant land?
The wise? The prudent? The obedient?
Does the effort at prevention merely admit to the ultimate attack? And if I say that prevention is wise, and call myself a fool for not making a simple investment in the same, then why do I continue to smoke? Am I a product of statistics? Are statistics greater than God? Can I pick and choose which statistics will ultimately apply?
No matter how I seek to protect my life, will it not be eventually taken anyway according to what is either transcendent will or meaningless whim?
Lots of questions, and a poverty in answers. That's life, ain't it?