Once upon a time, while listening to Jimi Hendrix' rendition of All Along The Watchtower, an erstwhile writer/balladeer/ ϋbersensationalist started a story with Once upon a time because he’d heard others utter it ad infinitum but never actually seen it in text. So, being the sort of devil-may-care, I'll-try-anything-once chap predisposed to just that sort of tomfoolery, he decided that just this once he might take on the role of devil’s advocate and give it a go. Throwing caution to the wind, he gritted his teeth and typed the words. Then, after seeing it, reasoned that while it lent a modicum of ex post facto perspective, it lacked the sort of verve he required his leading sentences to contain, so he apologized profusely to his readers and vowed never to do it again.
There are many here among us, who feel that life is but a joke.