depressedbut i do want to say this one thing just to make it public and true and that is that there is no struggle for survival only the amazing rifeness and superfluity of life. look for instance at the parasites whose life cycles require an intricate journey from say water to the intestines of a host animal to the air and back to the mud and perhaps a second host animal and it becomes increasingly clear that life has invaded every possible niche on earth with no struggle but just a patient and ceaseless flowering. survival of the fittest is an old myth that should be replaced by the flourishing of anything that works.
i don't even know if i am arguing with anyone still alive since social darwinism went out the window some time ago but like i said there is this compulsion to justify my instinctive affinities to my acquired but so anciently acquired that they seem instinctive reactionary impulses. what then has got me feeling glum is on the one hand having to go up against myself all the damned time which is really tiring and on the other hand having it only confirmed that the place where i live was built on self serving specious reasoning thinly disguising a voracious territorializing violence. this is nothing new. why be depressed about it.
because it just goes on and on and who knows 'they' might even be right. we'll see who burns in hell.
