"This is what I mean when I am talking about time, and death, and futility. There are broader ideas at work, mainly of what is owed to us as a society for our mutual illusions. 14 straight hours of staring at DBs, these are the things you think of. You ever done that? You look in their eyes, even in a picture, doesn't matter if their dead or alive, you can still read em'. You know what you see? They welcomed it. Hmm, not at first, but right there in the last instant, an unmistakable relief. You see cause they were afraid, and now they saw for the very first time how easy it was to just, let go. And they saw in that last nano-second, they saw, what they were...the you, the self, this whole big drama, it was never anything but a jerry-rig of presumption and dumb will, and you could just let go, finally know you didn't have to hold on so tight. To realize that... all your life, all your love, your hate, your memory, all you painr - it was all the same thing, it was all the same dream. A dream that you had inside a locked room. A dream about being a person...and like a lot of dreams, there is a monster at the end of it." ...or pretty much anything out of Rust Cohle's mouth.
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