Don't overestimate how detailed they are. They're showing a lot of features, but those features are very, very large.

When you see swirls in the atmosphere of Jupiter, like on this page: https://solarsystem.nasa.gov/planets/jupiter/in-depth/

Be sure to look at the size comparison: those details you're looking at are the size of Earth. Something as small as, say, Alaska, you probably wouldn't be able to see, because the pictures aren't that detailed.

Other people see maybe one percent of what really goes on inside my head. They think I'm decisive and capable because they don't know I'm confused and overanalyze and then finally make a wild guess about what to do. When it works, they talk about how brilliant I am but I know I had no idea; when it fails, they still think it was a good try.

And nobody has any idea how much of what goes on in my head is just about sex.

They're impressed because they don't know who I really am. They know who I pretend to be for their benefit.

"The best thing for being sad is to learn something. That is the only thing that never fails. You may grow old and trembling in your anatomies, you may lie awake at night listening to the disorder of your veins, you may miss your only love, you may see the world about you devastated by evil lunatics, or know your honor trampled in the sewers of baser minds. There is only one thing for it then: to learn. Learn why the world wags and what wags it. That is the only thing which the mind can never exhaust, never alienate, never be tortured by, never fear or distrust, and never dream of regretting. Learning is the thing for you." - T. H. White, The Once and Future King

TV shows do special episodes about the "true meaning of Christmas" all the time, but by far the best of those that I've ever seen is from an episode of Community, "Abed's Uncontrollable Christmas":

> DUNCAN: Oh, brother. This is ridiculous. You are enabling a delusion. > > JEFF: The delusion you're trying to cure is called "Christmas," Duncan. > > ANNIE: It's the crazy notion that the longest, coldest, darkest nights can be the warmest and brightest. > > BRITTA: Yeah, and when we all agree to support each other in that insanity, something even crazier happens. > > ANNIE: It becomes true.

The "War on Christmas" was started by the advertisers. Gift-giving was rarely a big deal. In A Christmas Carol, Scrooge sends a turkey to the Cratchits. That's it. In the "White Christmas" song, it's "Please have snow, and mistletoe, and presents on the tree" because the presents were relatively small items.

The psychotic greed-fest that lasts for months that Christmas has turned into isn't any fun for anyone except for the people who profit off everyone else's misery, as they spend like crazy to live up to impossible expectations.

Don't ignore what effect luck plays. I often think of what Stephen Jay Gould wrote: "I am, somehow, less interested in the weight and convolutions of Einstein's brain than in the near certainty that people of equal talent have lived and died in cotton fields and sweatshops."