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Being of Northern European decent I'm a very exact and precise person, I thrive on precision.
And now it suddenly appeared to me that time is measured in minutes.
The reason why the world lacks unity, and lies broken and in heaps, is, because man is disunited with himself for the simple reason the he can't know his post to the exact second.
So this is hell. I'd never have believed it. You remember all we were told about the torture-chambers, the fire and brimstone, the "burning marl." Old wives' tales! There's no need for red-hot pokers. Hell is—not having precision!
Now I'll go and sleep on my Japanese leg pillow till this has been sorted out.
