Survival is not important. What matters is how you survive.
Early religions were like muddy ponds with lots of foliage. Concealed there, the fish of the soul could splash and feed. Eventually, however, religions became aquariums. Then hatcheries. From farm fingerling to frozen fish stick is a short swim.
We're making it up. The world, the universe, life, reality. Especially reality.
Intimacy is the principal source of the sugars which this life is sweetened!
Leave me in the night but please don't leave me in the dark
When a culture is being dumbed down as effectively as ours is, its narrative arts (literature, film, theatre) seem to vacillate between the brutal and the bland, sometimes in the same work.