I've been reading Can Love Last? by Stephen A. Mitchell, and I'm diving into the mystery of erotic energy: how it fuels us, how it excites us, how it's such a channel of life force and vitality. And how it's confusing as fuck. But even outside the conversation about sexuality, Mitchell turns to Nietzsche's outlook on the human experience: that a life fully lived is both beautiful and sorrowful. Picture someone building sandcastles, over and over, knowing full well the tide is