In this life what is it that we can depend on? I often ask myself this seeking some constancy in the incohereant babble of all around me. It is as though, without some constants by which to anchor the chaos that boils at my feet, I am unable to make sense of the rest.
Am I a constant, no. I am variable, affected, responsive to those around me. In all my ponderings on what can be counted on I can only find one depressing fact. This is "People will serve themselves best."
All animals are selve serving. But once their interests correspond with yours. Hey presto. You have friends, family and a loyal dog. What else matters? Steve.