If you are going to play the body’s game and not commit suicide, then you ought to yield to the body’s game past that agreement. It is better (for the body) not to suffer than to suffer. It is better (for the body) to have money, which is a temporal buffer against increasing misery. Why? Because when you don’t have money in this country, you lose what you have, and you no longer control “where you live,” the things you “own,” and your access to necessities, like food, shelter, water, safety, friends, clothes, and comfort. In this country, you will have the comfort of a sidewalk, no shelter but the arcades, shitty food, skin parasites and sores from not bathing. You will have to score showers, rather than take one when you like. Privacy? That will be at a park or in a outdoor concrete corner.

So when suffering comes, do not think you can just give up and stop trying. Trying is painful—painful enough to drive smart people to homelessness. We want to be mothered—first by our mothers, and this never fully dies. Surely, something whose lack kills humans if they don’t get it as babies will make adults spiritually sick. Those who lack sex and cuddling and love and hugging and maternal-enveloping safety of the immediate kind, suffer.

This is why the most religious thing a country can do is put the mother into the social safety net. If people hurt so much that they just give up—stop working and let entropy annul them—then what’s the harm if the social organism wheels out a sofa for our collapsed mother? Speaking of mothers, our example can be one. The system catches her fall with something soft. Not sidewalk beds and scabies and shit food and fear, but something your mother would give you.

Are effort-phobic people by that fact really enemies? What if you hurt so much that you star to spiral—that is, choose good-feeling things that lead to disaster? Snacking and watching Netflix. Skipping work and school. Yeah, shitty future. Come get me.

This is obviously a sickness.

Anyway, my answer to Camus is: being here is due to the body’s yearning for life-goods. Our clinging to pleasure and its reliable objects is the content of our being. Our being-here is pre-qualified. Being as a body entails yielding to the body’s volition for pro-survival goods.