the one thing i might find the most comforting is the pure malleability of the human mind; such that a voice in the back of my head, any time i feel like i'm facing an ugly or heavy truth, can remind me that that's only one of a trillion other things i could be thinking of; perspectives i could be adopting; expeditions i could be helming. there's no reason you need to feel any particular way about anything. i get to choose how i want to spend my time. everything in my experience is what i make it. nothing 'conceived' is real.