Unremitting Failure reminds me of that Wordsworth poem, and that reminds me that there’s something that has always bugged me about the Romantics, and it’s similar to what bugs me about all this indigo children crap. It’s this faith in children, this faith in the benevolence of nature. Children are mean little shits. Nature can kill a hundred thousand people in a matter of minutes.

Of course, the only people worse than people that worship nature are those who believe that you need to fight it. I’m not so mean spirited to think that you should fight nature, and certainly not so hubristic to think that you can win. But you can pick your battles.

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