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The only time in life when you have absolutely no concerns is when you’re under general anaesthetic.
No dreams, no consciousness, no concerns, no joy, nothing.
To badky misqoute the French, le petit mort.
I can’t see how you could live your life thus, or whether you’d want to.
Both it does pose an interesting conundrum; the most perfectly amenable goal in life is the reversible absence of life.
Who engineered this pile of dogshit, one wonders?
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