Life scars us with its random motion, he thought. Only death is perfect.
What I do not want to write is didactic political tracts.
The ecosystem of our world is a closed system: it would run out of gas, collapse of its own weight.
Theres no such thing as a free lunch, at least on the karmic level.
Studying anthropology, I developed a kind of holistic view of human existence, in which the dichotomies you listed are all necessary and vital aspects of life.
Besides, wouldn't it be wonderful if no one ever had to worry about the random cruelty of fatal illness or the woes of old age attacking them or their loved ones?