Oct 4
Something. That sticks in my head in my older years. Is the miserable idea that no matter how bad you think things are now. They can always get worse. Which. Is somewhat of a defence against when things inevitably get worse. As opposed to thinking this is the worst. But. The price paid for that. Is a rather gloomy outlook if dwelled upon. And. A dubious help. Because if things are already bad enough that it's rather.... spicy... Then preparing for even worse. Just makes it more spicy inevitable. Or perhaps another way of putting that. Is if something is above a threshold already. Increasing it. Makes no great difference to the threshold being crossed. If. You're looking at thresholds. Which is an obfuscated way of talking about whether life is worth it. And stabbing someone that's already on fire in the end, doesn't actually matter in a very real lived way. The system caps out at some point experientially. Even though on paper. Worse. And death. Is always death. Assumi...