The Monkey Mind

Emily Holzer · Robert Schumann - Träumerei (dreaming)   " Grief. No words can define it or phrase the meaning. Only when an immeasurable loss shatters our mind, our 'self' submerges in the very depth of personal hell, then, we are one with grief. Memories of the past increasingly assault our vulnerable minds time and again, until something vital breaks inside of us. We lay there broken, submerged in the personal reality. Time is timeless. The world is colorless.  Food loses taste, dreams turn to nightmares, emotions become chaotic and everything worth counting on is worthless.  Nothing matters anymore. Only memories of past, they come and go as guest uninvited.  As rivulets of saltiness overflow from the very windows to the soul, we become numb, desensitized, until, we reach void, the complete silence. Little by little we start to understand what is important. We realize how lonely we are even in the midst of well-wishers, how mortal our body is, how short life can be..

( https://www.quora.com/What-is-spaghettification ) The perceived belief of time and resources; precisely energy as infinite is untrue. Such belief and the action resulting from it by the economic man on the basis of resources divided in terms of the long and short term may seem well to put bluntly arrogant, what could be more precise is that such is not limited to the time they are used but the intrinsic value they contain at present and the future. As resources once exploited can never return back to that which was original (seemingly indefinite for the economic man). Even the continuous life cycles of living beings change over time; with either evolution or mutation. The monkey of hundreds of millions of years ago and the ones now living are psychologically as well as physically very different and so is the environment they live in. The past being has to let go of their vestigial organs for the sake of survival which is also the case for the energy that fuels life as we know it.