It’s inescapable: no matter your material circumstances, your successes, the blessings you have in friends and family, this life WILL brutalize you in ways you will never heal from.

If it hasn’t happened to you yet, it’s coming. If you think you’ve been through the worst, you almost certainly haven’t.

If there is a design for our universe, it includes tormenting the only known intelligent, self-aware life that exists within it, for reasons we often never have the opportunity to know.

And nothing takes the pain away. It merely has to be torturously endured. Almost nobody, even the people who love you, can really even care in the way you want them to, because they are all trying to survive their own crushing experiences.

I hate this for everyone currently carrying weight so heavy that death feels like the only relief and continued existence feels like an absurd joke.

It comes in many configurations, but it always comes.

The substrate of the universe is not love, it’s suffering.