There are those times when the overbearing burden of sheer existence is just, well, overbearing. Then a song comes along, an old song one has heard many times. Its familiar flow flows up and down the many summits and nadirs of mental exhaustion, much like a familiar touch of a personal masseuses numbs down the strained muscles and tendons.
As our bodies have to generate an enormous internal pressure to withstand the crushing attempts of the brutish atmosphere, as our brain has to generate an enormous mental counter-pressure to withstand the crushing effects of the social pressure. In fact these two phenomena have more in common than one would suspect or prefer to admit. Both are driven by the external forces which shape our internals much like a sculptor chisels down a masterpiece by removing all the unnecessary pieces one pieces at a time. It suffocates us but it also preserves us. Take away this external agent and our bodies and minds will explode in a glorious eruption of an untamed, primordial fear.
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