This past year, I have travelled into the very depths of the human psyche. I have seen horrors that could give you waking nightmares for weeks, and I have seen blinding beauty and compassion that will raise your spirits from its mad descent into the depths of despair. Human beings are capable of such kindness with one hand as they suffocate with the other.
I used to see this as pointless ugliness. I lost the will to live in nihilism, until I realized, if there is nothing, there is not even nihilism.
And I stopped raging against the machine, and I embraced its ugliness alongside its beauty, and have since stopped seeing the difference.