‘If children were brought into the world by an act of pure reason alone, would the human race continue to exist? Would not a man rather have so much sympathy with the coming generation as to spare it the burden of existence, or at any rate not take it upon himself to impose that burden upon it in cold blood?’
— Arthur Schopenhauer
Ultimately, we all face death.
It closes in from both sides — pre-birth non-existence, post-life eternity — its concrete character determined by subjective, alterable belief systems. We are caught in a tunnel called existence with trains rapidly converging from both ends, erelong meeting at some yet-to-be-determined point along the darkness. It’s the place where our universes collapse. Glaring neon headlights illuminate the area.
We have all been angry, perhaps furious, with our parents at certain points in our lives. It’s inevitable. Take things too far, however, and some Samaritan will offer the unsolicited advice that ‘one should be thankful and respectful to…
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