Life is a nacho. It can be yummy-crunchy or squishy-yucky. It just depends on how long it takes for you to start eating it.
Life is a razor, you are always in hot water or a scrape.
Life is a roller coaster, you have your ups and downs unless you fall off.
Life is a video game. No matter how good you get, you are always zapped in the end.
Life is like an overlong drama through which we sit being nagged by the vague memories of having read the reviews.
I think ”taste” is a social concept and not an artistic one. I’m willing to show good taste, if I can, in somebody else’s living room, but our reading life is too short for a writer to be in any way polite. Since his words enter into another’s brain in silence and intimacy, he should be as honest and explicit as we are with ourselves.
The guarantee that our self enjoys an intended relation to the outer world is most, if not all, we ask from religion. God is the self projected onto reality by our natural and necessary optimism. He is the not-me personified.