Fear and Comfort
I wonder constantly about my own culpability and inaction. Quite often I'm desperate for a respite, but fear that a break would be as silly as a drowning man wanting to take a quick nap.
Fun is forbidden - you can't afford it. But you can feel ashamed, for that they can give you a loan. You can pay it back with cruelty to others.
I love eyes, but not to the point I'll claim they're windows to anything. What about all the lovely visually impaired folks, as just one example? I suggest nosehairs. I only trust the souls of folks with or without nosehairs. - fahdamobo