There is the comfort of comfort. Comfort is the opiate of the masses. It could take the form of religion, achievement, an ideal or any other lie cooked up to conjure meaning out of life. How true is conjured meaning? It may be a construct made to deceive ourselves into believing that we are enlightened.
Life is a tapestry of many threads, and we need to weave the threads into a coherent whole. It would be foolish to cling to a few threads and call it a tapestry. Much as doing so would be comforting, it does little to hold reality together. Besides, anyone with half an eye would be able to see that it is merely a conjured illusion to deceive oneself.
Of course, weaving is hard work. That is why some prefer to bank everything on a single thread. Yet without the variety of the other threads, a single thread breaking would be devastating to the coherence of the life in question. What would happen, then?
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