Life was rocking back and forth on a crest like a seesaw. On one side one could see sunny valleys of normality and great numbers of delightful little nooks to curl up in; on the other, there loomed the murky gorges and chasms of madness, smoking with thick gases and glowing with molten lava–a valle inferno, a kingdom of eternal tortures and insufferable pangs of conscience.

— Stanislaw Ignacy Witkiewicz Insatiability