I had a dream last night. The details, as always, are fuzzy, but I distinctly remember that at one point I was watching a historical documentary about ancient Arabia. At one point they flashed what was, in my dream, a piece of ancient Arabic wisdom in the form of a proverb:
It matters not to the weary camel whether he travels for friend or foe; his bladder bursts either way. Eat some dates.
I presume "eat some dates" is the Arabic version of "c'est la vie." I vastly prefer my version.
I think we should all heed the wise words of my endlessly creepy subconscious.