Sanatorium
“Well, you are suffering for what's it's know as stubbing needles in your brain since you were born. Like you are in a round room and everything you do or say comes in another form back to you.
Knowing what you hate, what pisses you, and doing exactly that. To piss you off, to make you angry. Reverse psychology, lots of stuff helping you, plus your stubbornest. And that god damned memory of yours. Made you lazy didn't get any work habits. And with all those things inside your head you are bound to go insane. Your cousin R fucking you as kid, that surely messed you. And your biological parents too. Giving you money for not working, instead of not giving you money to force you to work, that helped too.”
“OK. Thanks I guess.”
[Hypnosis]
“Imagine yourself in the vast space.”
“There.”
“Where you now?”
“About to leave the solar system.”
“Go further. Where you now?” “Sirius-B.”
“Go further. Way more further. Where are you now?”
“I think I'm at the end of the universe.”
“That can't be.”
“Well all I see is a glass, all of this is in a round ball on a shelf with a lot of other round balls. There is a man there, I think he makes them. Like souvenirs, something to put on a shelf to make your home pretty.”
“Is that god?”
“I don't know. Let me go little further.”
[pause]
“Well?”
“No. He is just on a planet, in a universe, which is in a glass ball on a shelf on some other planet, and there too is a man who makes them... And he too is on a planet, in a universe, which is in a glass ball on a shelf and there too is a man who makes them.”