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    Having kids puts you at a major cognitive disadvantage.
    You filter the world around you through the eyes of a parent.

    As event after climactic event hit our TV screens each night I could
    shake off any depth of concern before, caring in that detached way,
    philosophically waving away the lives of others.

    But now, when a headline flashes across my eye it slashes into
    the part of me that has almost consumed all others now, the love
    and strange bond of a parent and child.

    I find myself wiping tears from my cheek more often now, for what
    seems to be the most random of articles, bits of news or stories.
    A spike of existential immediacy that cracks open the pulp of me.

    In a time where every day, we record more of our lives, and have that readily
    at hand, it is crushing to know that same media can become a torture device.

    Perhaps I have just always been particularly sensitive to that trope
    of a parent watching home movies of their lost child, but is there a
    more vivid mechanism to pull one close to the razor?

    At the end of that clip I linked to, a father is caught in this trap and it
    hit me so hard that I had to put it somewhere... so I put it here...
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