Once, when my wife and I were visiting back in Kansas, I went to visit one of my boyhood friends. He was trying to convince me to return to the Nazarene church of my childhood. He said, "If you will do that, you will have perpetual happiness." I said, "Glen, perpetual happiness is as much hell as perpetual tragedy. For life to be worthwhile, we must have mountains, valleys, and plains. Not understanding my metaphors, Glen answered innocently, "But Gene, I've always been happy on these Kansas plains."
My wife tells me that it's a miracle I'm still alive after all the things I've done and been through.
Your friend, Gene