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General conflict is not between life and death. Both persevere. Life is motion, and many things move. Sure, death is longer-lasting (I hope that’s not a surprise to anyone), but life does last and arrise often.

It’s higher things. The push for moving things in a different direction, of imposing one’s will, of wishing for something more—whatever that may be.

It’s things falling apart. It’s struggling however against the way things are.

And the happiest are those on the periphery of the story. The “suppporting caste” are generally as happy as they are oblivious. The more they simply ignore life’s stuggles and think in bland, tried ways about things, the more undisturbed they are.