Every one of us who claims to be normal has a pathological and neurotic other self in our heart, and I have extended her life. After a series of work turmoil and my performance during it, you can tell that I am terminally ill, which is rare in the world, but I refuse to admit it. Until later. . . Who can say whether that is sick or normal? I am different from others. I don't have the performance, ability and thinking of others. So does that mean I'm sick? Are they sick, or are they forcing me to be sick? If you read it, will you know something? Then please tell me, and please help me find everything about tempeh. . .