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Here, inside the comfort zone, a real kaleidoscope of desires is spinning. The red hand of the ego stands like a shield, blocking the path and hiding the truth of who I really am from me. Up and down, I've always liked these cycles. For some reason, it seemed that this was the essence of human existence: experiencing emotions, overcoming suffering for the sake of oases of quick pleasures and, of course, sticking another day into the life-sink of consumer culture.