My parents had to endure the loss of a child. I'm the melancholy ruminating type, so I often think about that and the stories of other parents who lost children, like the father who came to my school to tell us about his son, who had died from inhalation of butane. It's all terribly heartbreaking, and I can understand to some extent what they want to accomplish.

But I think it's just a combination of suffering and a big misconception. "If I do [some stuff], we won't lose any more children, at least not that exact way." But there's no amount of messing around in the world that's actually going to prevent loss, not in any meaningful way. We just get acclimated to the circumstances, and start overprotecting kids, which is just a way of delaying the harm. We live in a fundamentally unsafe environment. We have a better chance of fixing our own brains that we do of making the environment safe.