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RE: Depressing Me

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That maudlin Scandinavian melancholy got you in the end. All those cute blondes were a trap after all.
Stoicism almost makes life too tolerable. To live without need when necessity is the Mother of invention, hardly gets the creative juices flowing. We need to strike a balance. I have enough. I'm at peace with the vagaries and discomforts of the world BUT I love my fellow man enough to devote myself to improving the world for their sake.
That sounds really arrogant when you write it down like that, but it's true.