Ever come across something so profound that you simply have no response other than to smack yourself on the forehead in wonder and amazement?
That happened to me a while back when I was reading Kerouac’s On the Road. I found the answer to everything—and no, it doesn’t really matter what the question is.
Ready? Here it is:
“Some’s bastards, some’s ain’t, that’s the score.”
See what I mean? Forget your fancy philosophy books and metaphysical mumbo-jumbo, that there’s where it’s at.
You’re welcome.
