"In such condition there is no place for industry...no arts; no letters; no society; and which is worst of all, continual fear, and danger of violent death; and the life of man, solitary, poor, nasty, brutish, and short."
-Thomas Hobbes
In short.
No matter what people say, dogs don't really know when you're sad. They want your ice cream more than they want to sympathize for you.
But you gotta keep going because somewhere out there, men and women are dying for you.
And you have to keep going because one perfect man died for you, even though He didn't have to, and He was sinless, and you sure don't deserve it.
So there's that.
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