A world compelled to good alone is as much a shrine to compulsion as a world compelled to evil only.
“You have wakened not out of sleep, but into a prior dream, and that dream lies within another, and so on, to infinity, which is the number of grains of sand. The path that you are to take is endless, and you will die before you have truly awakened.”
Jorge Luis Borges | “The Writing of the God”