A surly contentment is not worthy doing well, but worth doing

Because the evidence of absence is not evidence of absence, and because we chase so many tales that go down rabbit holes in pursuit of what we thought to be a meal, and turn out to be the appetizer, and because the question why does not always surrender to the logic of because, I can understand why you might hold with those who prefer to be manic, joyous, and entirely vital, and then stand knocking on deaths door, asking to be let in because it falls apart, breaks, and the idea of bearing under its wait any longer is not just inconceivable, but productive of a kind of physical agony.

That I can understand why you might share such preference I have gone looking to fill the hole with a further final fact and found it to be a fools errand.