To live a miserable life as a nihilist, not knowing that there is an alternative future to capitalism that is bound to triumph over its rotting corpse.
To live a miserable life as a nihilist, not knowing that there is an alternative future to capitalism that is bound to triumph over its rotting corpse.
Things are presumably a lot less confusing as a communist, at the very least. I don't know that I'm happier now though, since I sometimes dwell on how fucking vast the suffering has been and how long it has been endured.