This is the most immediate fruit of exile of uprooting the prevalence of the unreal over the real. Everyone dreamed past and future dreams of slavery and redemption of improbable paradises of equally mythical and improbable enemies cosmic enemies perverse and subtle who pervade everything like the air.
Have you ever noticed how when youre happy time seems to pass by fast while when youre miserable it goes real slow Life would have been a blink with you whether it lasted a millennium or a month.