The Magic Words are Squeamish Ossifrage

I think suffering has, on balance, made me a worse person. I mean “worse” both in regards to character, as I find myself more frequently irritable, more prone to black-and-white thinking, less patient, less open-minded, more easily started, more attached to increasingly elaborate solitary rituals like playing the same video game or watching the same episode of television over and over, and likelier to carry a grudge, and also “worse” in terms of efficacy, in the

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