Winter Had Come

“So long as he is in this world, man is like a sick person lying upon a bed more or less uncomfortable, who sees around him other beds nicely made, to outward appearance smooth and level, and fancies that they must be more comfortable resting places. He succeeds in making an exchange; but scarcely is he placed in another, before He begins, as he presses it down, to feel in one place a sharp point pricking him, in another a hard lump; in short, we come to almost the same story over and over again. And for this reason … we ought to aim rather at doing well than being well.” These words were written by an eighteenth century Italian…