Tick.
Is for pain and suffering.
Tock.
For despair.
Tick.
For boredom.
Tock.
For social isolation.
Tick.
There goes prejudice and hate.
Tock.
Theres some love gone to waste.
Tick.
I’m being misunderstood.
Tock.
It’s too late to do anything but drink.
There comes a point when you realise that human worth IS quantifyable, but only with respect to how OTHERS judge that worth. There is no objective measure of worth (because the omnipotent god is unlikely to exist) and so, it’s true, the only thing that matters is how others percieve your worth.
What if my percieved worth only amounts to the $30 worth of whisky I’m filled with?