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Which is right?
Neither. You keep having to pick between wrong and wrong. From earliest childhood, from the moment you connect with your sentience. And, even though some of us know that's what's happening and don't exactly endorse it, what alternative do we have when were maybe not even two yet?
I'm sick of the brilliant ones drinking themselves to death. The loving ones eating themselves to death. The courageous ones splatting to earth when their parachutes don't open, or falling off cliff faces into Himalayan glaciers.
Beside the commemoration of Robin's [not] suicide, yesterday, it was Joe Rogan's birthday, and he was talking to a university professor on his podcast. I admit I was suffering from lack of sleep and wildfire fish death demoralization, and there were some very good parts to their conversation, but, still, I couldn't help it. The thought that that is what we have to battle the out of control social justice fascist monsters people are having to call their kids really upset me.
So I took a chill pill early and got some sleep.
always and any time....
