Lucidity

I often wonder about the randomness of nature.  Evolution has countless examples of beneficial genetic mutations forever altering the course of a species.  Maybe 1 in 1,000,000 mutations is actually beneficial to a species.  Of that small number, even fewer have a chance to procreate.  Think about how the history of our planet may have been altered numerous times if that one in a million genetic mutation hadn't died before reaching sexual maturity.  There are those that say if that occurred, then maybe the mutation wasn't so great.  But what about happenstance?  What if that particular speciman was struck by a falling branch, or broke their leg through no fault of their own and were given away to the food chain.   Another thought I have along these lines is how do species endure genetic mutations that aren't beneficial?  Let's say a species gets a mutation that exponentially increased virility, but also comes with the negative side effect of ...

The world is chock-full of dipshits and assholes.  When you are keenly aware of this fact you subconciously put up a guarded wall that inhibits organic friendships from forming.   Intellectuals typically lack implementation so I don't find much solace in cavorting with them.  The ignorant, it goes without saying, are spared no quarter by me either.  When your reality dwells in this grey zone, you find yourself utterly alone in a foreign land.  You against the world.  This weighs heavy on the heart.  It is sad.  This reality is mostly buried in the hustle and bustle of every day life.  It is only when starkly confronted with a dipshit or an asshole (these two are far from mutually exclusive) that this depression inducing reality comes to the fore.   I think what gets to me the most is that in a confrontation with a dipshit, I am always the one that pays the price regardless of outcome.  Dipshits typically lack introspecti...