Life, from point of birth to the end of death in a ward or beneath the screaming tires of some asshole, is a lessening of something without apparently useful result.This is, of course, the downer way of looking at it. Some might claim life is a lessening, but purposeful to the end. Some perverts might even claim it is increase, although we find this hard to imagine. Life, at least after breast-feeding, is loss and abandonment, decline, separation, and death. Like all waste, it is the spent and valueless material left after production and consumption (mainly sex), something to be thrown away. Let me express it this way:
I feel more at home in poetry. So the one question we must face in our living, and the question of the week, is: if we must throw our lives away, how can we throw them away well?
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