What stirs in us? Anger? Lust? What do we each need? Are they fleeting moments or etches in the masterpiece of reality?
One might simply say "Oh, to hell with it" and choose to believe that the time which was felt to have been poorly spent is only felt about in such manner through the veil which each is already forsaken to. Surely, if man is fallible then we can always assume the interlocutor has failed, or is preparing to.
But then that can't be the case, can it? Because, if that were true, our computers wouldn't work, the bridges would fall, buildings would crumble and the jets would plummet (all of them).
We know very well that we can rely on certainties, else we would be in constant freefall. Saad claims that which allows us to deceive for competitive advantage may also 1. Deceive us or 2. Cause us to do things for which there is utility in deceiving ourselves about.
It makes me go to my childhood, particularly any moment where I miht have found myself in an aggressive competition. THere are moments when you might have great success in your aggression and might awaken a malevolence. Almost blaming them for having awakened it in you.
So what now of friends and family. How does one reconcile with the opinion that one is risking great calamity? What calamities?