The Universe displays its Divine Horrific and Perfect Irony at every opportunity. The Stand-Up Comedians, Newscasters and your wittiest Friend are gifted but touch on only the damp film on the skin of the Statue of Irony. There are individuals, tortured, smiling and generally over-sexed - screwing their way through both genders as fast as they can because they're destined to burn too quickly...to their great relief - The Joyous unsustainable, mercifully brief.
So fast and yet no less wise. They may sniff more the "true scent" of everything than may we all and hurry because so little of it is Golden.
To answer the Subtitle: Horse...what horse?
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