Perhaps thinking (with out much skill in the task (at this moment in particular)) about the fate of the human specie (along with one’s own fate) does have a few little drawbacks; like sleepless nights, loss of appetite, the inability to even pretend a smile at what often seems to come across as stupid humor, periods of rage that find no ethical outlet, periods of depression that makes sleep the only desired exercise. Music, movies all seem so stupid even with all the special effects, 2 dimensional at best. Friends, even old ones seem to fade away with time, and strangers can almost sense that something is “wrong” with you, too much of a mirror perhaps to their own trampled awareness of the real world around them/us.
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