Anything I post here follows from this:
Human life is the brief opportunity to consciously participate in reality and leave it slightly more beautiful, truthful, or loving than you found it.

It explains this breakfast for my son, the Gaza stories, the boundless contempt for smug, callous supremacists, why tonight am going to the theatre with Lucia, a recently graduated architect who chases beauty more than money, why I overtipped my Albanian barber this morning, I don’t think it’s because am a good person, am often not and am particularly prone to certain types of envy, but to do some good without undercutting my ability to give to my son, is about the only thing that makes existence in this insane world bearable. It helps me outrun, by mere inches, the spite and hatred I feel for those who live only for themselves and seem to think the universe willed humanity into existence to obsess over cars, staring at whatever needs to be stared at on expensive holidays, without connecting with the locals, job promotions and face cream. It’s the sedation people versus the sanctifictation people, people who see the sacred in human life.

If you’ve read all this then you’re problem on team sanctification.