It is difficult to comfort you, if I may say so. You are quite impervious to reason, you always have a counter argument that leads to a darker place. How am I supposed to reason with you? Thus I decide not to. There are subtle agents to tragedy and also to consolation. And even if you do believe in nothing, surely the resulting void leaves no place for despair. But look at me, I'm trying to reason with you again. We're truly hopeless, you and I.