Sorry, in a way, to agree... wish I could disagree. This piece just spoke straight to me.
Have you ever lain awake in the wee hours and lost for a while that ability to tune it out, the whole sorry human story, the sheer volume and mass and weight of all that suffering... the historical momentum of it, the inconceivable scale of it, the crushing weight of the sorrow and injustice and cruelty of the world... not just _one_ person's shame or torment or violent death or rape or hunger or bereavement or enslavement which god knows is excruciating enough and breaks your heart... but tens and hundreds and thousands and millions, century after century after century. And that's just humans, don't even get started on other animals...
And so much of that suffering _unnecessary_. So much evil completely unnecessary, pointless, senseless... stupid. Unbearably stupid. To accept the inevitable or the accidental loss or pain, that's one thing. But the waste, the frackin' idiocy of it all -- all for what? greed, ego, silly monkey posturing? My ancestors _burned each other alive_ because they disagreed about doctrinal details of a religion that was supposed to be about mercy. I mean what can you say about us humans? Design defect?
... so around 0300 sometimes I'm with Matthew Arnold: "... this world which seems / to lie before us like a land of dreams / so various, so beautiful, so new / hath really neither joy, nor love, nor light / nor certitude, nor peace, nor help for pain / and we are here as on a darkling plain / full of confused alarms of struggle and flight / where ignorant armies clash by night."
And sometimes it seems like all we do, every day, _everything_ we ever do, is just a breathy, shaky whistling past that graveyard. Hurrying past and trying not to look. For fear of what we might see. Skating on thin ice and hoping it will hold up if we move fast enough, because what's underneath is infinitely cold and infinitely dreadful and it can swallow you whole without a trace. And it's called us, humanity, homo allegedly sapiens.
" I could go on, I can't go on." Yes, I hear you. Loud and clear. It's late, I'm tired, and you hit a nerve. Ouch, but thanks.