Perspective.

I'm sure they weren't all monsters.

Sorting

sorted dreams;
devious transports;
chemical inbalance and
words with incomprehensible understandings.
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The door of the lighthouse was ajar. They pushed it open and walked into a shuttered twilight. Through an archway on the furtherside of the room they could see the bottom of the staircase that led up to the higher floors. Just under the crown of the arch dangled a pair of feet.

Slowly, very slowly, like two unhurried compass needles, the feet turned towards the right; north, north-east, east, south-east, south, south-south-west; then paused, and after a few seconds, turned as unhurriedly back towards the left. South-south-west, south, south-east, east...

Aldous Huxley, Brave New World

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Pain is so much more exciting then numbness brought by pleasure and luxurious happiness
Oh Brave New World!