{∅, {∅}, {∅, {∅}}} : Rage Against the Meat Grinder

When I think of Schopenhauer, some strange reason I think of an Exorcist. To an extent I think of myself as well as an exorcist. In the office,there are possessed people all around me spewing blasphemies at me.
They all are demons of hell.
And I am the exorcist whose chants and exhortations are impotent in the face of naked evil.