The human mind is a fascinating place - as one might call a landfill a fascinating place. But it is always a beautiful place, a majestic place, albeit in a constant war with its other half.

When a person - in the role of a reader, a listener, a protester or chef steps into the darker half - old rusted cans, dirty diapers and rotting porkchops get thrown your way when something riles them - just like that. It's often unpredictable. Nowadays harder to avoid than it used to be.