"So she said,
'When you feel...interred like this by the emotional force of his involvement in your life, just shift your scale a little bit. Of course individuality, uniqueness, can't really be an illusion - I know you care about him for reasons, I'm not suggesting otherwise. But this is only one truth, truth on one scale.
When you find being zoomed in is killing you, for fuck's sake, zoom out. Remember that, from a certain vantage, he's the most minor thing - a roach, a flea, a spore. One unit among billions whose quirks are inconsequential. He's just meat. Don't let meat ruin your day.”’
“Did she give you any indication how you’re supposed to accomplish this?”
“No, and I’m glad I didn't figure it out; that’s a dangerous tool to have in a moment of weakness. It's bad advice, you know. It's dangerous because it's not entirely unfounded. It seems to me all the hows of this operation are where we begin to turn toward the void. Because the universe is fond of irony, of course it begins with a wish to turn away from pain, only to find that pain, unlike other kinds of meaning, is not scalar or relative.
It's fractal; it always fits.”
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