Life is a brutal slog. You spend the majority of your waking hours working, and spend the remainder recovering from the toxic effects of that work. Your body is constantly deteriorating, unless you are like a little kid, in which case, I have this to say: it is all downhill from here, bub. The planet on which you are oscillating between work and nonwork is literally dying. From a cosmic perspective, the human race is merely being obstinate. And yet. We wake up. We find meaning in the work. We build families, and the families help each other. We wend…