I was talking with my wife the other day about what it would be like if your consciousness persisted after death, but was only able to look in the direction you were facing when you died – forever. She thought that eventually you’d go mad and create your own fantasy world to live in, which I guess would be a sort of redemption. I still find that concept of the afterlife terrifying though. But the worst thing would be if you ever emerged from your dream, coming to full cognisance of your situation. There are times when sanity, not madness, is the enemy.

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A medieval royal banquet - the court fool is entertaining the nobles with his antics. The king calls out,
“Fool, entertain us with one of your witticisms!”

The fool recites the words with a rictus grin on his face.
“Nothing terrifies me more than brief moments of sanity.”
Everyone is distinctly discomfited.

The fool resumes his jolly tumbling and antics - the crowd applauds cheerily and returns to their joyous feasting.