Thinking about all this stuff makes me feel sad most of the time.
I always have this sense I may have missed my actual universe by a slice of quantum reality and gotten stuck in this kind of sh*tty, substandard place where everything involving humans is sort of dumb and sub-par to the point of being ludicrous. To a degree in which my speaking out loud may actually reduce my innate dignity. As I have gotten older, I've lost all interest in talking to humans altogether, with a handful of exceptions.
It's sort of like Charlton Heston being dragged in front of the orangutang council and charged with heresy. Does he really gain anything by arguing with apes, no matter how eloquently or with what powerful arguments? Or would he really say more by refusing to honor these beasts by replying to any of their questions? You know in advance how it will turn out - everything Chuck says will sail right over their heads and they'll just scoff and sneer at him the more sense he makes. I think Chuck should just stare at the monkeys with an even gaze and not respond to any of them - he shouldn't give them the satisfaction. That would say much more with silence. The truth is, they have no common context. All their assumptions about the world are so differentiated that the apes have no ears for anything that Chuck could possibly say.
I reckon this is why a lot of bright people, as they get older, tend to just start sitting in easy chairs by themselves and staring off into space.
I should be grateful I still have so many enthusiasms to comfort me no matter what is happening in my life. I'm lucky to have such a wide variety of passions, including one for survival. That and my family together with my faith are a source of enormous comfort to me. A lot of you younger people will not know what any of this means until you are much older and your blood begins to cool. It's once you lose interest in being proven right about anything that you will start to see with greatly renewed clarity.