Underpinning all this hysterical, solipsistic bullshit is the abstract unreality of the internet, where we are all just insubstantial wraiths, voices on the wind, and truth is a nothing.
No wonder we are wracked with doubt and existential angst. No wonder we need labels: we have forgotten that our conscious identities are grounded in, and founded on, physical bodies inhabiting and interacting with the physical world. We need to get outside, feel the breeze on our skin, hear it rustling the leaves, go for a walk with some kind, calm, interested people.
Middle-aged Male Anorexic 