I don't care about what happens to anyone else. The drifters have no particular purpose or goal in life. They get all they can out of life as it comes to them. Someone asked a hobo how he knew which way to go. He drifts with the tide from pillar to post without a real purpose.
Tomorrow is just another day.
The end of life for him closes a book containing an unintelligible scrawl. Finally, there is the man who takes the high way. The really happy people in this world believe themselves to be children of God, created for the highest life possible, kings, vicegerents of God on earth. Whatever they do is for the glory of God and the uplifting of men. The difference between this group and the other two is the difference between living in a cage and singing in the sky.