Is the Grass Greener on the Other Side?

Over the eons of man's struggle to cross the road to the other side, knocking aside blundering chickens, he has, metaphorically, turned about within the last century to consider the fence which lines the road and to ponder thereof the grass which finds itself on the other side.

This is not to say that man's observations were ever at any time verified by asymptotic meanderings of wanton self-consciousness; yet a moralistic conundrum would certainly rear its ugly head from within the abysmal depths of man's depravity and consume what little intellect that man had accumulated previously.

Which brings us to the present crisis: greener grass is always more desirable even moreso than oxygen or the accolades of wizen sages or even the caresses of buxom females of the opposite sex. However, this juxtaposition of truth and of man's inhumanity toward man, woman, and child, can never be fully realized within a framework of proprietary inservitude.

Why then do we seek the other side? Is it due to man's inalienable right to suffrage or is it, as those throughout history have endlessly claimed, bewrought upon a faux justice or system of demarcation? No one can produce an inexorable argument or even lay hold of spindles that subterfuge willingly in a conflict that is doomed to self-destruct even to infinity.

Even then and yet now, we stand transfixed by the implications of a greater good or, as some may say, a gooder greatness (given the artistic license) that life without reason or an internal motivation or even a figurative leg upon the which to stand, is that which any man or woman would pursue. Yet we split hairs and set aside this greater good, in hopes of a better tomorrow, turning our backs, as it were, upon those dreams of mankind's collective intellect.

This is to say succinctly that greener grass is never quite within one's grasp (speaking parenthetically, avoiding paradoxisms and redundant rejubilations) and yet, and yet, it is.

Thank you.