Sleep. Inside my head there exists a world of dreams: a world where niggers don't exist, gas is $1.20/gallon, and everything is peaceful. No one will ever be able to pry into it, for it all boils down to random neurons firing and variations in brain chemistry. My mental world is entirely separate from the cold, harsh one outside; when I am living in it every night, nothing is there to bother/worry me. The best part? When I wake up and depart that realm, I'm warm and safe in my bed. The feeling is nothing short of pure tranquility.