sometimes to anticipate unhappiness.
could call it a collusion between empathy and regret that produces
emotion. Which has in it one word too many for a happy phrase,
because the nature of a collusion is to achieve deceit.
Life is something we cannot anticipate. We arrive, we are made and
then we die. To think of it in any other way begins a creative
But I will argue that death is an
individual art form. So far it is the single human act from which
ultimate purpose has been conceived.
As I say, a collusion that precedes a creative
process. And 'creative' just 'is'. A playground in now.