This has been a rollercoaster for me. Everything is. Always performing for an audience's judgement, applause and warmth and maybe I'll even become the king of the universe with my cat! 

That's a great way to live. Don't you think? Or maybe it's the only way to live... if you're human. 

Sorry Foucault, maybe society didn't build us a cage... maybe we came with it. Or society is just hacking our built-in cage. Or maybe Foucault already noticed that. 

Did he? 

Whether he did or he didn't, isn't it interesting? Shall we put it on a stage with all our stuffed animals watching? I think they would love the show, don't you?