In order for me to get things done, it is necessary to create a behavioral hierarchy. Certain actions take priority over others.
But in the eternal sense, the more I stretch time and culture into an infinite line that reaches out in either direction, it seems that individual actions give rise to results that are their polar opposite in terms of worth. “Good” and “bad” flip back and forth, giving birth to each other in endless succession, until it is impossible to tell which action originated what result. The polarity becomes an endless dance, an endless play, and the urgency of the quest falls away. The only model of reality that makes any sense to me is that of an immersive game.
That’s the view that helps me sleep at night.