My brain switched off, distracted
Just a second; my car, crashed it
Left it in gear, forgot the handbrake
Rolled on forward and smashed the gate
No real harm done, not this time
Scared one day I’m gonna get mine
Older, feeble-minded, decrepit
No longer the warrior intrepid
For mortals, the ‘easy life of the gods’ would be a lifeless life.
Hannah Arendt, The Human Condition
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