This image was going through my mind while gathering edibles at a grocery store teeming with human life in various stages of development. I was especially sensitive to the reality that each "soul;" that is, each "human creature," was experiencing a not very dissimilar "world" as I am - although each had a different body and temperament. These fellow-sufferers I have coldly referred to as "the gorts of Gortistan" or "the breeders of misery" were all no less REAL than my "self," each just as ensnared by the chains of biological necessity.
The thing is, while so many are able to keep their heads together, some of our "brothers and sisters of misery" do reach their boiling points and run amok. Others, as Raul says of himself sometimes, become so very tired that they just collapse. And the teeming masses, of which I am one, may lack the energy to attend to them as we are caring for ourselves (or an aging parent or, the horror, dependent children). Just another day in the Human Zoo/Plantation/Prison, designed not so much by some sinister human overlords, but simply the playing out of yet another strand of organic life.
In our little cells is an amazing world of computers, mathematics, philosophy, literature, music and film; and outside one's cell/room (if you're lucky enough to have a room/cell), along the highways, the grocery stores, the farms and slaughterhouses, and the cities which depend on the farms and slaughterhouses, there is the raw brute fact of a Hellish scene "playing itself out."
When we get some sleep and are rested, we may feel blessed; but when we are in the thick of it, it's a scene I lack the verbal or artistic skills to describe. It really is no wonder, when I wake up, I want to hide in the room/cell and continue "going through the texts," scribbling the mathematical symbols in the notebooks, and configuring the operating systems on the computers, using the computer algebra systems, etc.
The reason why "How to Get Through a Life Not Worth Living" has lasted as long as it has as the THEME/TITLE of whybother DOT freeboards DOT org is because we each had reached the point where there was certainly no "thrill" in being alive. We witnessed the redundancy and pointlessness of lives, and faced the problem of enduring this, wanting to minimize the agony and the anxiety/horror.
Thanks for posting the image as a link rather than as an uploaded attachment.
For a long time now I have gotten warning from freeboards about how we have run out of space, but that space is only used by attachments (when we don't have a link to another location on the web but upload from our own machines). I am guilty of attaching a photo of a woman's shapely rump; and I usually just attach some text files of code. I am too frugal to pay a fee for a domain.