Madness string 24343

Random mermaid
In spite of language, in spite of intelligence and intuition and sympathy, one can never really communicate anything to anybody. The essential substance of every thought and feeling remains incommunicable, locked up in the impenetrable strong-room of the individual soul and body. Our life is a sentence of perpetual solitary confinement.

And that is why no creator has ever really complained when they've become the target of burnings. Sales go through the roof.