Last reply! It definitely comes back to the issue of simply being comfortable with being uncomfortable. Staying in New York City during the pandemic was noisy, and there were protests, and garbage in the streets, and all kinds of unsettling thoughts and feelings that maybe I would not have had to experience if I was on a beach somewhere. But because everyone left and ordered on Amazon, more local places shut down. At least when you stay in the city, and contribute, and you see the good work activists are doing and are inspired by it, it collectively makes things better. But in order to do that, you have to be comfortable with being uncomfortable. When comfort is the ultimate goal, you sink into this digital world, or other worlds, other self-medicating tactics, and even your body is an inconvenience—what body doesn't have some aches and pains, some degree of exhaustion, distress? The body is the ultimate reminder that 100% comfort is impossible, that the world is constantly in flux. Even when the soul is finally uploaded to the cloud and the body can be disposed of, what fresh existential hell waits for us there?