Triumphant Taylor rubs salt into my Open wounds in arrers anguish

Everyone emerges from the womb crying, then they become awash with wonder and happiness for a year or two while their eyes feast positively on the world, before slowly but surely deteriorating to that state of post-birth horror, dazed, confused and frightened to the grave.

I think the return journey back to black might start with babies being subjected to 'children's books' that have outrageously dark themes. I was reading The Ugly Duckling to my daughter the other night and was staggered by the content.

“Go away! You don't belong here,” the ducks quacked at the ugly duckling. “He's too big!” they said, pecking and biting him. The ugly duckling was so unhappy in the duckyard that he ran away. The ugly duckling ran until he came to a marsh where the wild ducks and geese lived. He hid there in the reeds, trying to rest. When the wild ducks and geese found him, they asked him what kind of duck he was. The ugly duckling didn't know. “Well, you're very ugly,” they said, laughing at him.