If there is a greater reality, one that trumps our own individual ones, how can people fall so far? Persieve it as being so bad?
How come life can batter people down, force them to their knees where they can only soften the sharp corners with drugs. If there is a true reality maybe it is not good. When confronted with its mercyless solidity, its' brutal inflexibility, those who can't perpetuate an illusion of joy crumble. Are forced to accept the crapness and make the best of it.
Perhaps I was wrong and Philip was right.
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