I am sitting at my desk. Trying to work. Waves of despair, waves of grief, waves of depression wash over me.
None of it is mine.
It’s two days before Christmas, and peak time for depression, and suicides is coming.
Why are people so low around Christmas, when the holiday is supposedly about love?
Because love is a human invention.
I am no historian, but my hunch is that before religion, and without religion there would be no such “thing” as love.