Novicaine for the soul

I once read a quote from a bitter Frenchman: "The world as it is, one can only think of revenge."

It makes a bit of sense. Here we are, fickle and powerless, being given life without really asking for it. We bumble about this world, slowly being crushed by our own ignorance yet remaining either unaware or avoidant of that fact.

That's all beside the point, really. What are we to do about it? Revenge would be wonderful, but on whom are we wishing it. God? That's an inane and pointless endeavor. In my experience, God could care less of what you think of him. I guess that, when omnipotent, you don't have to worry too much about your reputation.

That's the end of that mystery, and I find that irksome. The majority of the world will turn their heads away and enjoy their ignorance. Whether it's a chip on my shoulder or a star on my collar, I find in myself to be a more belligerent spirit. I don't want to sit around felling foolish for the rest of my existance.

I know it's a pointless endeavor. It's like counting the stars. The methods are primitive, the answer is incomplete and based only on our own perception, and the end result is ultimately pointless. On the other hand, I'll be distracted from the fact that I'm a fool. Whatever numbs the pain.