The sheer arbitrariness of being killed

It’s a week since I started the forty days and I’ve found it hard to find time to do any of the things I thought I’d do (I’ll write about how unideal this last week has been another day: I’m okay, just okay). Among other things, I managed to have an online spat with someone. They had argued that humans define what’s good. I know it’s paradoxical, and even, perhaps, perverse, to say so, but I don’t agree. I think what we…