It seems to me that life isn't pushed forward but, rather, drawn forward by interest which creates a desire to explore new things or new aspects of things. That's when everyone is happiest. Which should be a clue, but with all of man's manufactured ideas about what reality should be, it is dismissed. Or, that is how it appears to me.

People think emotion is primitive or un-evolved or childish or something, and I agree, but I think they're primitive like breathing is primitive. I think they're the stars by which life naturally navigates.

Only man sees something icky and goes and sticks his face right in it, thinking he's so smart that it must be his job to eliminate this icky thing, rather than walk by it, and toward a more enjoyable new thing to explore.