An unencumbered mind

I receive cyclical revelations and perrenial epiphanies. Some of them are:

"Jesus H. damn fucking holy Christ, why the hell is there something rather than nothing? Every conscious being should fall instantly to their knees (if they have them) and writhe in ecstatic humility from the terrible, awesome, overwhelming power of the inexplicable mystery of existence and their presence in it."

"Americans are obscenely rich and offensively indulgent and are egregiously ignorant of the daily sufferings of other people in other countries. In the same way that people's needs rise to the level of their expenses, people's stress-level auto-calibrates with their enivronment. Larry David (curb your enthusiasm) might stress for days about an awkward social encounter. An American retiree may explode because their order was screwed up at a restaurant. A refugee might panic because his camp could be invaded any day by murderous, machete-wielding ethnic cleansers. I bet the amount of the stress that these different people FEEL is a lot more comparable than their widely divergent situations would suggest."

"Many of the things I desire are mutually exclusive."

David Sedaris writes about being a kid and going to a guitar lesson with this hep-cat old guitar player. He tells the guitar player that he wants to learn to play showtunes and commerical jingles, a request which the teacher responds to with disgust. Sedaris says, "I knew then that, if we are defined by our desires, I was in for a world of trouble."