Tuesday, August 30, 2011

Comforts

Can something in life be both crappy and comfortable? The life partner or the life coach or the traffic light or the shopping mall--can they be comfortable, and still have a loose spring?

Or maybe life is only comfortable if you don't struggle against the bindings?

Is that sort of comfort a reason to be happy? If you aren't in pain, and no one is trying eat you right this minute, is that enough to be happy? Sheared or slaughtered, what does it matter tomorrow?

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