There is no political solution
To our troubled evolution
Have no faith in constitution
There is no bloody revolution
We are spirits in the material world
— The Police (Sting)
Pleasure is very seldom found where it is sought. Our brightest blazes of gladness are commonly kindled by unexpected sparks. The flowers which scatter their odours from time to time in the paths of life, grow up without culture from seeds scattered by chance.
— Samuel Johnson, The Idler, No. 58 (May 26, 1759)
Forsan et haec olim meminisse iuvabit.
Translation: Perhaps it will be pleasing to remember even this one day.
— The Aeneid: Book 1, line 203
Your time is near, the mission’s clear, It’s later than we think
Before you slip into the night, You’ll want something to drink
Steal away before the dawn, and Bring us back good news
But if you’ve tread in primal soup please wipe it from your shoes
Resistance is futile
The federal tax code, which was 400 pages long in 1913, has swollen to about 70,000. Americans now spend 7.6 billion hours a year grappling with an incomprehensible tangle of deductions, loopholes and arcane reporting requirements. That is the equivalent of 3.8m skilled workers toiling full-time, year-round, just to handle the paperwork. By this measure, the tax-compliance industry is six times larger than car-making.