It doesn't matter where or when or between whom this conversation sets place...it could be me arguing to God...it could be a lunetic's dialogue with an imaginary hallucinatory friend...but the important fact is that I am in this conversation, I am the one who is complaining...but for the sake of entertainment let's say that the scenery is the planet Krypton, Kal-L or Superman has just returned to krypton and is complaining to Jor-L or his father (try to imagine the voice of Marlon Brando!!!)...however comicly set...this conversation albeit short is as sad as the words...
- You know, at first I thought I can not cope with your world, but then I found that my coping mechanisms are ok, but your world isn't, it just refused to treat me fairly, then I found out that the world is ok, you know it should be, the world treats everyone fairly, it crushes some and spares the others, you know the Essential Survival Strategy (ESS). But I kept alternating from the crushing form of life to the relief phase and yet back again to the phase when everything collapses on me. So honestly I think it is your fault...it is either yours or mine, and I rather want it to be your fault.......
You say nothing for a while, with a big grin on your face, you stroke my back and say:
- Well son, it is definitely not your fault, it's not mine either, the problem is, my son....you are fundamentally flawed, and there isn't anyone to blame.........
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