One day ,I realize I had made a mistake Consciousness isn’t a journey upward but a maze. Every choice could bring you closer to the center or send you spiraling to edges, to madness.
I read a theory once that the human intellect was like peacock feathers,just an extravagant display intended to attract a mate. All of art,literature,a bit of Mozart,William Shakespeare,Michelangelo, and the Empire State Building,just an elaborate mating ritual.
These violent delights have violent ends.