Time is fleeting and finite for us. Hold on to it. Each moment spent for joy or pleasure is a luminous coral atoll in the universe's dark ocean of time—an ocean in which our lifespans themselves are countless fractions of a mere droplet.

A good slave helps lovingly to build her master's empire, brick by brick. She doesn't stand on the ramparts with arms folded, deciding if she likes the view.

The anger that young men feel today is understandable, as they have been shunned and marginalized. But the answer isn't anointing influencer thought leaders from the "manosphere" that simply milk them for subscription profits. Young men need real wisdom, delivered direct, minus the grift.