It's too difficult. The news is too awful. There is too much tragedy and pain in the world. The awful weight of suffering renders any attempt at triviality, well, trivial. All the words that do come are just full of darkness. As the storm rages outside and the trees thrash in immobile torment, I am looking for some light and not really finding any. So, I am paralysed into mute submission.
Philosophical observations from wandering about noticing things.
Thursday, 2 November 2023
I tried, I really did.
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Things are pretty bad right now, true. But haven't they always been?
I am currently reading a book called "Northerners - A History". There has been nothing but violence, bloodshed and intrigue for centuries. And still, some people were able to raise families and make a living; otherwise, we wouldn't be here.
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