'Rejoice in your present life; all else is beyond you'.
[Montaigne, after Epicurus]
We can never begin from the beginning - we're always too late.
The Golden Age is always behind us ... or ahead of us.
Any interpretation of Life has its Ideal, 'set aside' - displaced into an Afterlife, or into a Prehistory ... or into a Parallel Universe.
Every Ideology is a rationalisation of such a Betrayal.
Who is ever strong enough to live in constant Uncertainty?