Something that is literally inevitable. Something that comes with being anything with a conscious, or a nervous system, at the very least.
It is what makes us humans. When makes us delicate, fragile things that have the potential to spawn gigantic THINGS used to ravage each other. THINGS that we make to further poison minds, and the nature which has assisted in its creation.
Why is it bad? It's good. It is a reminder. A friendly stain that rings a bell. That knells a knoll of remembrance
I've been thinking about this phrase for years now.
It's a good question, that is so difficult to answer.
What is the point of anything we do in life that is carnal, spiritual or materialistic?
It can be for many reasons, to the average person. But the reason is what they think. They can not be sure what's ahead, and they can not be sure that anyything that they do in life will have a positive outcome.
So, what IS the point?
Stalling. Holding off on pain and suffering