Ab initio...

The reality of obsession -- its incessant return to the same few themes, scenarios and questions; its meticulous examination and re-examination of banal minutiae for hidden meanings that simply aren't there; the cancerous way an idee fixe usurps other, more interesting thoughts -- is that it is confining, not rebellious, and not fascinating but maddeningly dull.

The purpose of obsession -- eccentricity or perhaps perfection or may be flight from the ubiquitous monstrosity of reality.

Either way it is the sort of escapist knee jerk reaction to life's monotony that’s bound leave you gasping for breath, exhausted, drained and disillusioned…

Fatalistic cession to providence is indeed much more rewarding and conveninent than to exhort every sinew to deprive itself of its vitality and exert it in one last heave to salvage your redemption - your nemesis.

Its like striving for Glory in Death - euthanasia or suicide not being an option – you will not live to see it.

And every moment of your living conciousness , you will rue your survival. Every moment trying to sap that final life breath in trying to earn a good death.