You unlock this door with the key of imagination.

Beyond it is another dimension, a dimension of sound, a dimension of sight, a dimension of mind.

You're moving into a land of both shadow and substance of things and ideas. You've just crossed over into the twilight zone. The twilight zone. and the mrs. The I'm Oh Oh I often wonder if Rod Sailing was alive today, what kind of Twilight Zone episode would he make?

We live in a time where every morning when we wake up, it doesn't take long to become

overwhelmed by the world screaming in pain. Whether it's by picking up a newspaper, turning on the

news or logging into a social network, the sounds of our failures seem

to be constantly drowning out the sounds of our successes.

Rage and discontent is everywhere.

So what would Rod Sailing focus on?

Would he look at these big world events?

Would he focus on the people who are pulling the strings?

Or would he hone in on the personal experience

and the toll it takes on the average person to live in this world.

We live in a cesspool, a septic tank,

a gigantic sewage complex in which runs the dregs, the filth,

the misery-laden slop of the race of men, his hatreds, his prejudices, his passions and his violence.

And the keeper of the sewer?

Man.

He is a scientifically advanced monkey who walks upright,

and with eyes wide open, into an abyss of his own making.

His bombs, his fallout, his poisons, his radioactivity.

Everything he designs as an art for dying is his excuse for living.

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