Frustration is the first consequence to which we are not accustomed. When our attention existed in the very fact of adaptation, experts in it as we were, the loss or failure of targets was a daily occurrence we had to deal with in our lives. The prey after which we ran would escape most times, and if it was us running ahead, we’d be happy not to end up a beast’s breakfast and move on. Otherwise, there was nothing to worry about. Dead men have no friends. By placing the accent on the inside instead of the environment, on the reason instead of the instinct, humans enter into continuous contradictions
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