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Only you can know. The present, for me is full of you. And yours has me.

What I read smacks of conformism, an ode to the virtues of the status quo.

If that is conviction, you won't have any difficulty saying that to me. Directly, and with your name in it.

The truth of our presents are in the horror of the nights, where the "conventional wisdom" fails to assert a wisdom that is any number of commonplaces thrown together. Its an affirmation of the consequent.

It is: "all that is, is as it should be."

It is true that we always find a moment to enjoy. An extreme example: even a battered woman will have at least one fond memory of her abuser. How else do you think she put up with it? "It's not as bad as it seems.

But it is the total sum that adds it all up.

It is only slaves who stay up nights, dreaming of freedom.

When it is not as bad as it seems, we sleep.

And we don't.