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The intellectual bar for popular psychology books has always been disarmingly low.

They share not only a certain strutting affinity for the limelight, but also the victimhood complex that is the philosophical foundation of the so-called alt-right, along with the half-baked intellectual arguments that sustain it.

It is an ugly, mean-spirited treatise against human kindness.

No one had answered those questions, as far as I could tell. Like Descartes, I was plagued with doubt. I searched for one thing — anything — I could regard as indisputable. I wanted a rock upon which to build my house. It was doubt that led me to it.

What can I not doubt? The reality of suffering. It brooks no arguments. Nihilists cannot undermine it with skepticism. Totalitarians cannot banish it. Cynics cannot escape from its reality. Suffering is real, and the artful infliction of suffering on another, for its own sake, is wrong. That became the cornerstone of my belief.

If you pay attention to what you do and say, you can learn to feel a state of internal division and weakness when you are misbehaving and misspeaking. It’s an embodied sensation, not a thought.

The individual rules as espoused by Dr Peterson are each accessibly germane and disarmingly common-sensical.

By rejecting withdrawal as a nihilistically “suicidal gesture,” regardless of the intensity of that suffering, its potentially unjust nature, and the apparent futility of any effort to counter it, Peterson advocates for the ethical responsibility of each individual to search for the meaning that justifies that suffering.

I see a large number of university students in my clinical practice, many of whom present with anxiety and depression.