Dear fans, say, if we all rise above all our troubles and human conditions, would there be art, music, dance, theater, literature? Would there be any stories to tell?
“And then, this lady, got over all her troubles. She literally doesn’t have any troubles any more. She feels neither sadness or happiness; she is neither beautiful nor ugly, neither loved or hated, neither alive nor dead. Oh, by the way, she’s genderless so it should it be IT. Really, there’s just nothing to IT. The end.”
We are never going to stop living and fighting, even if what we’re fighting is ourselves.