We are who people think we are.

How totally banal of you to ask what I really mean.

It is unimaginably hard to do this, to stay conscious and alive, day in and day out.

We all suffer alone in the real world; true empathy's impossible.

There's an evolutionary imperative why we give a crap about our family and friends, and there's an evolutionary imperative why we don't give a crap about anybody else. If we loved all people indiscriminately, we couldn't function.

This is what the real, no bullshit value of your liberal arts education is supposed to be about: how to keep from going through your comfortable, prosperous, respectable adult life dead, unconscious, a slave to your head and to your natural default setting of being uniquely, completely, imperially alone day in and day out.

Don't do what you're taught to do, do what you love to do.