. . . . But sometimes a vestige of depression would reappear. Phil and I went to a pub one night where there was a photo on the wall from a hundred years ago. “None of the people in that photo are alive anymore,” I said. “We’re all going to die.” It was a thought right out of the existential philosophy I’d been reading all winter. Phil cocked his head at me and then shuddered his arms as though shaking off cod mud. “Ugh” he said. “That could be the most needlessly morbid interpretation imaginable.” ‘Right,’ I realized. “We get to choose our stance.’ We can us elogic to arrive at answers, and rigorous thought does yield necessary information. We can also check in with our inner knowing and choose our guiding perspective on life. ~ Page 44
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