They say there are five stages of grief. Denial, anger, bargaining, depression, and acceptance. Well, I’d like to add one more. Revenge.
Death, grieving, mourning, they’re all commonplace. Logic is rare, and so… I dwell on logic.
The Earth is evil. We don’t need to grieve for it.
Why is grief the providence of youth? I don’t know. But I’d imagine that age deepens all feelings. Including grief.
