I must be entering my third or fourth childhood as I get the same anxiety from even a brief exposure to television news. Maybe entering a cloistered monastery is equivalent to putting a blanket over my head to avoid being pummeled by adult tragicomedies. Critical thinking as a sort of cartoon as portrayed by vested interest. It could be that when I was four, that when I imagined an alligator under my bed about to grab me it was a instinctual premonition.
I must be entering my third or fourth childhood as I get the same anxiety from even a brief exposure to television news. Maybe entering a cloistered monastery is equivalent to putting a blanket over my head to avoid being pummeled by adult tragicomedies. Critical thinking as a sort of cartoon as portrayed by vested interest. It could be that when I was four, that when I imagined an alligator under my bed about to grab me it was a instinctual premonition.
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