"This is a hell."
"What?"
"Doesn't it feel like a hell?"
"What?"
"I mean it is this undulation. This back and forth. Some good stuff happens, some bad stuff happens. When the bad stuff happens it is incredibly ugly. Murderous. It is so ugly we have grown use to it. It has become normal."
"Right."
"It is a hell. The good stuff which can be beautiful, so beautiful, so wonderful if fully digested has only grown to temper the bad. It is not even beautiful anymore, but more of a brief respite from the hell."
"Wow."
"Yeah."