It’s worth remembering that you, yourself and everyone you know and see on TV is little more than a blob of cells burning sugar in a bone jar, pootling around a little spherical garden and counting down our 80 ish summers as we go.

No amount of money can buy you a ticket out, and even if it could, you would be mad to leave.

The only thing you really own, the only thing universe has really gifted to you, is some time.