No information is particularly useful unless it has an escape clause.
(Okay, you can also try it this way:
not even “the truth” is beneficial unless it has a way out.)
The infantile eye says,
“Fate ruled my parents;
chance ruled me.”
Those who still claim to be seriously worried over
“man’s attempt to play god”
sure don’t have much to worry about.
The mythology of this one group, (no longer as extant as they once were),
tells that even though Life’s primary business is change,
the constant disruptions inherent in such pursuits
were resulting inordinate stress, migraines, and the threat of ulcers…
but Life found a way out, it made man and turned the job over to him.
In the ordinary conditions of the City,
don’t pity the poor, for if you think you’re
not one of them, you’re both poor and stupid.