What sort of life is possible
when the popular understanding
is split by extremes; at one end
by fiction informed by a Therapy Culture
that we unknowingly misunderstand,
and which nobody could follow
because it magnifies suffering
for the sake of drama. At the other....
a humourless religious hagiography
that denies the complexity of life
through taking literally stories
about a past where life for nearly all
was as brutal as was materially poor,
and nothing like how it was described?
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