Whatever, even if he is right there is not a lot I can do about it.
Packing an extra pair of socks won't make much difference if the Sun winks out tomorrow, an umbrella won't stop the next great comet collision and a bottle of Tums will not prevent an unsettled stomach if the Earth turns a somersault and does the Peanut Butter Jelly Dance in 2012.

I am just a poor excuse for a man trying to stay alive in this poor excuse for a world.
So far we seem to be getting along, but in the end I expect time will do us in.
Most likely me first.
Till then I will just keep doing what I can with the little I have.