Тонкое искусство пофигизма

           Yetweavoidthinkingaboutit.One,becauseit’shard.Two,becauseit’sscary.Three,becausewehavenofuckingcluewhatwe’redoing.

           Andwhenweavoidthisquestion,welettrivialandhatefulvalueshijackourbrainsandtakecontrolofourdesiresandambitions.Withoutacknowledgingtheever-presentgazeofdeath,thesuperficialwillappearimportant,andtheimportantwillappearsuperficial.Deathistheonlythingwecanknowwithanycertainty.Andassuch,itmustbethecompassbywhichweorientallofourothervaluesanddecisions.Itisthecorrectanswertoallofthequestionsweshouldaskbutneverdo.Theonlywaytobecomfortablewithdeathistounderstandandseeyourselfassomethingbiggerthanyourself;tochoosevaluesthatstretchbeyondservingyourself,thataresimpleandimmediateandcontrollableandtolerantofthechaoticworldaroundyou.Thisisthebasicrootofallhappiness.Whetheryou’relisteningtoAristotleorthepsychologistsatHarvardorJesusChristorthegoddamnBeatles,theyallsaythathappinesscomesfromthesamething:caringaboutsomethinggreaterthanyourself,believingthatyouareacontributingcomponentinsomemuchlargerentity,thatyourlifeisbutameresideprocessofsomegreatunintelligibleproduction.Thisfeelingiswhatpeoplegotochurchfor;it’swhattheyfightinwarsfor;it’swhattheyraisefamiliesandsavepensionsandbuildbridgesandinventcellphonesfor:thisfleetingsenseofbeingpartofsomethinggreaterandmoreunknowablethanthemselves.