The more you know, the more sickening the world gets. It's like nothing is real anymore. You start questioning your own existence. To be honest, sometimes your own existence would feel like an illusion. An illusion you seek to escape through many mediums without realizing. Alcohol, drugs, substances that you choose to ingest but for what? To escape this reality. Don't you think so? Funny how the real ones say to be conscious is the key. But even the conscious ones are pretty much unconscious most of the time. It's just that they have mastered the art of portraying unconscious in the most conscious way. It's an art for real. As Fyodor Dostoevsky says: "I swear to you that to think too much is a disease, a real, actual disease."