Attracted to a repulsive force, we repeat the same mistakes because it's what we're used to doing. Deeply ingrained are the search, the preparation, and the ingestion of our own failures in carefully marked increments on the side of each barrel. Tumbling eternal on a clamorous wheel that gets us nowhere, all of our efforts are put into keeping up with this duplication of days, this spinning rodent's cage. We surrender to the slave mentality in a comatose...