A man enters a large onyx dome. He yells what he feels is an uncomfortable truth. In a smaller dome, he hears a slightly kinder idea echoed back. Then he passes through 34 domes that get smaller, milder, quieter. He crawls out at the end, unsure of what he'd been so angry about.
Replying to @SolHom
On good days, I'm just 36 onyx domes away from being fit for society.
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