The monkeys in our heads are rattled, they’re bouncing and swinging
out of control. Streams of thought block awareness of the moment. We’re
somnambulists in a world of persistent dreams that are not necessarily
our own. The voices in our heads are not inherently our own, and not
inherently friendly. And there are so many of them.

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