Ansel and I fought again. Ah, feels like old times… Over “selfishness”, what to do with our limited lifematter, timespan. Irreconcilable differences born of artificial scarcity (“We can’t do both!” “It’s one or the other. So who wins? None of us do.”). Fighting over the same problems again. Coming to the same understandings again. No, it doesn’t wear us out. That’s just how we are. And we always come back made of stronger, stickier stuff than before…