Theres this Orwell piece that just absolutely resonates with me. https://www.orwellfoundation.com/the-orwell-foundation/orwell/essays-and-other-works/a-hanging

Theres this Orwell piece that just absolutely resonates with me. https://www.orwellfoundation.com/the-orwell-foundation/orwell/essays-and-other-works/a-hanging/ https://www.orwellfoundation.com/the-orwell-foundation/orwel... My favourite bit in there is: > All the organs of his body were working –bowels digesting food, skin renewing itself, nails growing, tissues forming–all toiling away in solemn foolery. His nails would still be growing when he stood on the drop, when he was falling through the air with a tenth of a second to live. I'm not the type to turn away from a nice, refined experience; provided it isn't so expensive as to lead me to feel bad about the economics of it all. So I like a wonderful coffee bean, a nice pull, and all that jazz. But across the vast expanse that is human existence, I really do not understand snobbery when it comes to the trivialities in life. That guy Orwell was writing about, moments before his hanging was complete, I don't think he or anyone around him cared too much about where they got their coffee that morning. There are more important things to life.