You know why I am a prisoner—because the laws are so stupid that we prefer to break them than to live by them, although it means life-long imprisonme… - Brian Aldiss

Did the others here feel the disquiet he felt? Had they a reason for concealing that disquiet? And another question: Where was "here"?
He shut that one down sharply.
Deal with one thing at a time. Grope your way gently to the abyss. Categorize your knowledge.

There are two kinds of writer: those that make you think, and those that make you wonder.

Life was a pleasure; he looked back at its moments, many of them as much shrouded in mist as the opposite bank of the Thames; objectively, many of them held only misery, fear, confusion; but afterwards, and even at the time, he had known an exhilaration stronger than the misery, fear, or confusion. A fragment of belief came to him from another epoch: 'Cogito ergo sum'. For him that had not been true; his truth had been, 'Senito ergo sum'. I feel so I exist. He enjoyed this fearful, miserable, confused life, and not only because it made more sense than non-life.