O. C. Novak Michael

 Array of Optimism “M en,” Says an ancient Greek sentence. “Are tormented with the opinions they have of things and not by the things themselves.” Many years ago, so the story goes, in an old town road, two men were walking down, trudging away via the broad untarred road which they plied to and from their respective places of work, when of a sudden the windows of heaven opened and it began dripping. The gently pattering rain descended onto the ground, thundering down fisticuffs gridlock, thus, bringing to a grinding halt vehicular movement; making commuting uncharted along the untarred road. Like a Rat race, the two men took to their heels, but kept their eyes peeled for a place to duck momentarily until the rains subside. Both men looked ahead at a great distance and saw a coffee brewing shop which houses within it walls a heating system to keep her customers warm. One of those two men muttered under his cold attendant breath, “It’s no use jogging toward that coffee shop, be...