Lifting two figs from the tree next door, I am reminded of fhe First Fig and the Second Fig:
My candle burns at both ends,
It will not last the night.
But ah, my foes, and oh, my friends—
It gives a lovely light!
Safe upon the solid rock the ugly houses stand:
Come and see my shining palace built upon the sand!
(I've been reading Edna St. Vincent Millay's Selected Poems in bed at night. They are good night poems.)