All rules have exceptions.
All rules are exceptional;
The rule without exception is thus exceptional.
You will die a voodoo death because everyone expects you to.
The tragedy of the commons is that there is nothing anyone cares to do.
Contagions of group expectations afflict your field of view.
A cursed question put on you: would you still die if no one thought you would?
Authority instructs you to confront mortality.
You and yours fantasize your finality.
You will die and Jesus loves you and this you know because a great big ole’ book told your parents so. But where is your existential subjective experience of this?
You are part of the totality, but, individually, you are also a triviality.
What you are is a value of a binary threshold function.
