John and I are able to face the Doktor and his marble table...

There's a fundamental lie we have all been taught, about humanity. About society, and interpersonal interaction.

Understood: that the one who is diligently self-conscious is the one to be admired, and, simultaneously, that the one who overindulges in consideration is the one to be ridiculed.

Which is it? Which shall I be?

Cognizant of all, or floating untethered in the wind? Compulsed to others, or unprovokable, in absolution?

We cannot handle this constant choice. We cannot bear the weight of comprehension.

I just want it to be easier. I just want to be well.

Can you do that, for me?