That mystical, philosophical maturity, which we nobly aspire to would certainly include a tolerance; it is a civilizing forbearance of those fellow-citizens whose intuitions re intelligent design are retained for the sake of peace and tranquility, and possibly even truth itself, if there is such a thing.

Our deep inclination toward purpose may, for some, be effectively satisfied by simply finding and entering into benevolent work. Mr. Peterson's clinical explorations reveal that a young person in despair over the existential burden of existence can sometimes just accept what appears to be a meaningful burden, lift it . . . . and then find, inexplicably, or even magically, some relief from the burden of meaninglessness.

Thank you, Benjamin, for posting your very instructive food for thought here on Medium.

Keep the great Search going . . . until we reach the end of our collective and individual, our childlike and adulterated . . . journey, whatever that might be.