My mind goes dark, curls away from my body, abandons it. I divide. The common
name goes to the body and the suffering that it has undergone. The soul
itself remains hidden, discreet, removed. The body, infuriated by this refusal,
torments the soul by continuously retelling the story---that is what all
dreams and nightmares are---the body telling its stories to the soul, recounting
all the horrors it has seen. The body travels the daylight hours, revelling
in the senses. Being simple, everything is garbled and the soul stays awake
all night, sorting it, discarding nothing. That is why it is difficult waking;
it is withdrawal. The soul is withdrawing from the body---and the body,
never done talking, craves its audience once more.

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