“There’s no—point,” she said. And she meant it; there weren’t enough hours in the day. It was like looking closely at the construction of an old house: once you started looking, really looking, you saw that almost everything needed fixing, and that many of the fixings were contingent on the fixing of other things first, so you had to get the order right: ergo, if the house was still standing, and not actively on fire, it probably made the most sense to just look away.
