Weren't we all crazy in our sleep? What was sleep, after all, but the process by which we dumped our insanity into a dark subconscious pit and came out on the other side ready to eat cereal instead of our neighbor's children?

Could this be the Apocalypse ?

Perhaps because I'll never be one, humans are interesting to me.

It was such an unexpected and genuine smile that if I only had a soul I'm sure I would have felt quite guilty.

It’s like, everything really is two ways, the way we all pretend it is and the way it really is

Dying makes everyone weaker, subject to painful insight, and not always insight into any kind of special truth - it's just the approaching end that makes people want to believe they are seeing something in the line of a great revelation.

Stop the nurse like the monkey.