I always thought it was a cliché, not worth much, that there is this cycle of life and death. Or perhaps of life and new life, depending on how you look at it. But I find at times like these, just thinking of the cycle is reassuring. No matter if anything happens to each and every one of us after our cycle ends.
I don’t get bothered so much that when I discuss, say, the actual prevalence of racism with my highly educated friends, but without basis. I do get bothered when some of my immediate family lapse into more or less thinly veiled racist remarks, without basis. The difference is that I agree with my highly educated friends most of the time – and especially about immigration politics.