Richard J. Severson

Existence is a cold fish, uncaring about our worries and sufferings. We must wrestle with this putative indifference to find happiness in a life that leads only to death. To subvert the belittling circumstances of life has always been the purpose of the mind. Meaning is the lifeblood of a life worth living, and its creation is a work of imagination.
Unfortunately, life can’t always bear the burdens of meaning that we place upon it. This has been the great existential predicament of human beings ever since they achieved self-awareness. To carve out a safe haven for our weary souls is the original heroic task.