It would seem an odd coincidence that nihilism and contentment, while being opposite states of being, both involve the doing of very little: If probed, neither would be remotely interested in doing anything remotely interesting. Yet the difference is in the underlying reason: the former won’t go to the movies because it is pointless, the latter because it doesn’t need to. But isn’t it funny how getting from one point to the other involves quite a flurry of activity in between?
Curious.
