Go ahead and start with that. We'll talk when you get back.
In the meantime, I'm thinking of this-happiness can only be considered once your needs are met. The homeless don't give a fuck about free speech. They want a roof and 3squares a day.
Once that's met, though, then what? We should be doing something with ourselves that matters. That let's us know that life can be more than just sleeping/eating/fucking.
I need to make art. But if I can't, will I die, or just be so unhappy that the life/death question becomes moot?