Think about being stranded in the body of a monster. Do we call it a monster because it’s considered ugly and conditioned by our cultural norms of beauty? It is what is beautiful to most people but considered ghastly by some. Aren’t we all stranded in some hideous monster? Our emotions are the monster, the emotional hells that flow like water in our souls and brains. In some distant, imaginary worlds, monsters trapped prisoners in their bodies, using them to sustain and extend their life force. It wishes for immortality. None of the people in that monster’s body knows what it looks like. It continues to destroy and terrorize people’s lives by destroying cities. Does the monster control the people in its body, or are the people themselves the monster itself? Is there a corporation? 

One individual named Ca’vi said he felt suspended between infinity floating, yet dreaming, or is it the reality of living a comfortable life in an apartment provided inside the monster? A question was, was he a monster or a beast? He claimed feeling guilty that the monster provided luxury while people in the real world lived in pain; wasn’t he the true monster? 

The monster is a real thing; it absorbed people’s souls, yet inside the beast, they felt their physical selves. Ca’vi said he saw the monster’s appearance. It was bloated with a protruding orifice that smelled of bulbous legs, large welts on its feet, and long bloated arms, and its head had no features on the same orifices. 

The comfort that Ca’vi lives is an illusion; the room is dirty, worn out, glowing embers, and infested with roaches. He is experiencing what the monster wishes, not as it is. 

We all live under an illusion of our bias, wishing it to be what is most comfortable to us. Individuals have their own idea of what comfort is. The monster breaks down, its life ceases then we have spilled into the reality of the actual world; some hook up with other monsters.