Maxed out 

All the sense in the world

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“Since I stopped caring, dude. Since I caught the wave and joined the great unwashed.”

“What the hell does that mean, J.J.?”

“Means what you don’t know won’t hurt you. Isn’t that your philosophy about skiing?”

“Not exactly. It’s what you can’t see can’t hurt you. And I only mean it ironically; kind of a skiing in the fog rationalization. But how can you not know ? How can you ignore what’s going on around you?”

“No news, no newspapers. Everything I need to know I can get off YouTube. The rest is just one big reality show. Ignorance is bliss.”

“Freedom is slavery… yada yada yada. Show me the lobotomy scar, J.J.”

“No lobotomy, dude. Just conscious choice. Look, you can get yourself all worked up about gas and war and food and politics and greed. You can get so confused you can’t remember what it was you’re doing and wind up spinning in the middle of the village like a confused cat in the middle of a freeway. You can care until you bleed. And other than making you bloody, what’s it get you? Nothing. You know what? Maybe there is no solution. Maybe the best efforts you can mount, the best plans you can make aren’t good enough. If the planet’s warming up, if the icebergs ’re meltin’, what the hell: strip down and ride the wave.”

“Seems a bit nihilistic, J.J.”

“Actually, it’s de-nihilistic. Don’t worry; be happy.”

“Well, if that’s the case, maybe a Bloody Mary at 9:30 makes all the sense in the world.”

“Nothing else does, brother.”

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