The World is a tragedy, as well as a comedy to those who think; those who think (in addition to feel) do have a distinct advantage over those who can not think very well or do not know how to think very well.
Thinking deeply and well is one of the best ways to begin neutralizing the pain and tragedy and sorrow and heartbreak of this World and this life.
Emotionally this World will break your heart unless you are living in denial and immured in a life of comfort and opulence or drugs, sex, and rock and roll.
If you really look at it, the way we treat each other is heartbreaking, utterly heartbreaking. Through history Humans have demonstrated a sickening willingness to inflict cruelty on one another.
May be we have a tendency to see certain groups – especially outsiders and vulnerable people – as being less than fully Human.
It is not just that we are malicious and unforgiving, we Humans are worryingly close-minded too. We are overconfident about how much we understand things, and we believe our opinions are superior to others.
Not only do we elect people with psychopathic traits to become our leaders, evidence suggests that men and women are sexually attracted to people displaying the dark traits – narcissism, psychopathy, Machiavellianism – thus risking further propagating these traits.
Not only do we tend to overestimate our own virtuousness, we are also inclined to moral hypocrisy.
In learning about Love, in learning about what makes us tick, in learning about truth and goodness and wisdom, in becoming better and wiser and more loving Human beings, you yourself actually become more loving
nd you move one Human being – yourself – from the ranks of the problem, over to the ranks of the solution.
The Earth is a very small stage in a vast cosmic arena. Think of the rivers of blood spilled by all those generals and emperors so that in glory and triumph they could become the momentary masters of a fraction of a dot.
Think of the endless cruelties visited by the inhabitants of one corner of this pixel on the scarcely distinguishable inhabitants of some other corner.
How frequent their misunderstandings, how eager they are to kill one another, how fervent their hatreds. Our posturings, our imagined self-importance, the delusion that we have some privileged position in the universe, are challenged by this point of pale light.
Our planet is a lonely speck in the great enveloping cosmic dark. In our obscurity – in all this vastness – there is no hint that help will come from elsewhere to save us from ourselves.