It’s not really just about reading, it’s the engagement. I can read something from a couple of hours ago, comment now, and then somebody might read it in a couple of hours. And then comment back. But then I’m barely interested in the conversation because I’ve moved on.
But I’m just nitpicking. I know it’s going to balance out. Or it won’t and we’ll move on to something else that does LOL. Or I can always spend more time outside. Gasp.
See for me I’m not sure why that’s hard to accept. I think I first heard it from Alan Watts, that there were billions of years of space before I was conscious, so why am I afraid of billions of years of nothing after I’m gone?