Indeed, it's a crapshoot that feels like a trainwreck. Happiness is not mass-produced. It does not arise safely and securely, the cheery product of prudence. Your best interests, individual or collective, most certainly lay elsewhere in the lap of luxury, of certainty and shame. No happy man bows his head or knows what tomorrow may bring.
Tomorrow is irrelevant.
The old business of life goes on, but with a subtext that nothing can alter hereafter. Enemies have no power to steal it, however harrowing their threat of retribution. Join the network for free. The Freedom Network is a service of The Henry Hazlitt Foundation . Click here to make a donation. .