We should have been fearlessly, no, non-defectively made. Now that would have been wonderfully convenient!
If we are indeed wonderfully made, we should be having no fear feasting on all the steamed Maine lobster-in-butter our appetites could accommodate, settle it all with refills of clam chowder, finish off with a blueberry cheesecake, then let the mellow mood float along in a flow of Merlot.
But to do this too often is to be undisciplined. To be undisciplined is to be visited with consequences. And consequences from too much of a good thing is no fun; in other words, too much of a good thing could hasten an end to such; in further words....too much of a good thing is sure to be followed by an uncomfortable acquaintance with the discomforts and ills resulting from our over-indulgences. Only then are we forced to understand that we are, after all, not so wonderfully nor durably made.
Perhaps that’s why no warranty accompanied our delivery. That's life.
