The world is by turns a kind, gentle place, and a fierce, desperate one. When it is fierce and desperate it feels as though it will kill you just for being in it. But when it fails to kill you, it appears momentarily kind and gentle again.
Because the world is like this, it is also just a place where people live, and where people do their best to go on living.
There isn't ever much point in getting hung up on more than these simple ideas, if that can really be avoided. At least, that is how it appears to me today.
And now I will sleep for sixteen hours, if all goes well.
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