Sarcasm is not wit

Sarcasm is not wit. Snark is not profundity. Sometimes we let baseness color our actions, thoughts, and speech. We let cynicism affect us while professing optimism. We react to what happens to us. What if we are impervious to all things external? What if we decide how to feel, what to think, and how and what to say? We would be masters of ourselves. What is better than that?