theartofexistence

"simply the poignant, hysterical craving for self-expression, the unconscious yearning for oneself, the desire to assert... one's crushed personality, a desire which suddenly takes hold of one and reaches the pitch of fury, of spite, of mental aberration, of fits and nervous convulsions.  So perhaps a man buried alive aqnd awakening in his coffin might beat upon its lid and struggle to flig it off, though of course reason might convince him that all his efforts would be useless; but the troubl is that it is not a queston of reason..." Fydor Dostoevsky What I could not put into words.