#''world's grumpiest angel audits an undergrad philosophy class and maybe chills the hell out for once'' challenge

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@corsey continued from here.

Johnson's words are pressurized. Hissing soft like a steam iron. His voice and cadence is expertly smooth, pleasant to the ear; his tone is scalding. "To feel is... infantile and... selfish. 'Good' feelings are a displacement method to measure 'good'." It's redundant. It's everywhere. This obsessive inflation of inner good feelings; this conflation with outer good. Humans cannot sustain themselves without making life palatable, making it pleasurable. "Like sugar in medicine. Sugar in water. You know what is good for you, but it's not enough." Sentences like shirt creases, folded over one another, harshly flattened— "I don't want it. I don't... want." —to neatness: "I don't need it."