We delude ourselves about the neatness of life. The truth is no life is neat. Those we see – and those we read about – seem to possess neatness only because we know so little about them. The hidden sprawl behind the face at the door is always vast. Every life is beset by its unseen demons – avarice, jealousy, deceit, lust, violence, paranoia.
There is no neatness in any life – great or small. It is only an illusion men foolishly pursue. The face at the door is just that – the face at the door.
All lived lives are a mess.
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