And when man realizes that his mind is a kingdom in the most literal sense, a great unexplored country, he has crossed the borderline that divides the animal from the god.
The mind is the most private place in the universe sometimes, perhaps, too private.
But the mind, that perverse monkey--the mind can conceive of anything and seems to take a perverse delight in doing so.
Nothing exists outside us except a state of mind, he thinks; a desire for solace, for relief, for something outside these miserable pigmies, these feeble, these ugly, these craven men and women.
The 'inhabitants' of the mind are memories and ideas, not monsters.