Not even the strongest survive this depth without transformation.
Reality lacks empathy, tragedy, is devoid of emotional optimism.
Reason is the only backdrop upon which the world makes sense.
Biology lends itself to psychology which lends itself to behavior.
Magical realism is just a beautiful dream upon which false securities are built.
There is no ideal.
Ideal is a fleeting figment of the imagination that disappears as soon as your hands reach for it.
There is no light at the end of the tunnel, the idea of the light is meant to propagate the species.
To maintain the struggle, the dysequilibrium upon which everything runs.
The farce seems to rely on a save and be saved complex written into the hard drive.
Importance is the manipulable variable.  The ability to assign it, garner it, maintain it paramount.