I don't know if you like me have dark thoughts sometimes, like what would happen if anything happened to my daughter? I'd be like, yeah, it might be suicidal. And then, you know, who knows,. Like how what would really will hopefully never find out but like it feels like I don't aspire to shrug it off or even to because I think that's unfair to the stoics to say you're supposed to shrugged it off. It doesn't seem like something to aspire to. That's the kind of vulnerability that it seems like are part of what constitutes a flourishing life and even a virtuous life. At least the way I understand virtue.