Sometimes I think that we work hard as a species consistently to stay just outside of the range of an existential sadness that dogs us. The mind, the heart, the body are adept at methods to keep us just a few steps away from its looming jaws. I lost concentration last night and got swallowed. It’s paralyzing, I’m paralyzed. Like a snake’s venom that enters the bloodstream and paralyzes, there is nothing ok about it.