Although this anecdote negates a lot of the causes of my own depression, I'm happy to see it grounded in neuroscience instead of conformism. Strictly speaking I can't imagine having the time to get down on myself if I somehow ever acquired a wife & kids; chances are my job would still be programming, so it stands to reason that hypothetical scenario would imply an even 50/50 split of my time in waking reality between complete bliss & algorithms (I'm assuming they're different things, right?
), so I don't really think this is a reasonable standard to foist upon most depressed people, but most of my family convenes sporadically at hippie festivals much like this one, so I'm not entirely sure I have anything to ramble about!
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"Standing on a well-chilled cinder, we see the fading of the suns, and try to recall the vanished brilliance of the origin of the worlds."
-Georges Lemaitre
"I fly through hyperspace, in my green computer interface"
-Gem Tos
![Mr. Green :mrgreen:](./images/smilies/icon_mrgreen.gif)