@SJC,
"Gas" on my side of the Atlantic alludes more to hot air, as opposed to the addictive inflammable liquid. "What a gas!" they used to say, in my day.
Unfortunately, short of an evident "so what?", the trouble with emotional philosophy is the want of a "so" or a "what?" to follow, nothing to make of it except to forbear, forgo, fawn or fondle.
Or was there a more particular point or purpose to begin the thread?
I fear that until today the topic had rather not been replied to because of a cloying sense of incompleteness, the seeing of but one of too many episodes of an interminable drama.
The story reminds me of a warm summer day, when I was arrested while wandering around the Kings Road, Chelsea, and charged with "suspicion", which in the mean old days of the 1970s was enough of a reason for an idiot policeman to arrest an unaccounted for wanderer, the mere expectation in the mind of the officer that a crime was to be committed.
Anyway, according to the alleged mind of the said officer a large part of what constituted the evidence of ill intent was my carrying of a large quantity of small coins, small in the sense of value, for in those days our coins were heavy, a cause of many a hole in the pit of a trouser pocket, not to mention the strangeness of having too much of the stuff, but not enough, as may otherwise be said.
Once again then it is all about perception, so to therefore supply a philosophical theme to suit, is it enough to convince ourselves of our own good intent, regardless of the broader context, or the longer term?
I had rather come to a different conclusion: Narrow mindedness is the eventual cause of much that is painful.
It was for me, anyway.
-- RH.