Dealing with the world is no easy task when you have millions of sub-consciousnesses bothering you at every turn you make, every decision you take, and every mistake you do. The voices won't stop chattering, now, will they? They have minds of their own. They are merely trapped in this facade of a vessel, and long for the day those that do not deserve their rightful place, die. "A million minds is dangerous. How are you ever going to make it, psycho? You can't drive a car through boulders." "But you can drive a bulldozer through them."