Subtitle: Or, at the least, I think I believe
Sub-subtitle: Or, at the most, I believe I know
Each of us comes equipped with an essential, individual conceit. An arrogance. The chief manifestation of which, whether or not outwardly expressed, is the way we think and feel and believe things (life!) ought to be.
The fundamental problem is that our belief rarely is reflected in the reality of what we experience. And, if and when so, only with the greatest inconsistency. And, as life is beyond our command and control, ungovernability.
Historically, those who, refusing to acknowledge and accept reality, have sought to make their worlds correspond to their belief, their conceit, their arrogance, have been mad. And, for them, that essential, thus, first conceit often has been the final conceit. For it is one, when continuing to thrive in their undying (and, inexorably, dying) efforts to bend reality to their will, that, bringing them to their own doom, kills.
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