[ WP ] What difference does one pixel make ?

The human soul is like a screen. 
 
 It projects an image, crystal clear, of how we see the world. A monitor uncalibrated or maladjusted in its resolution distorts and confuses, but the image is there nonetheless. Photographs of family and friends, news, happiness, and work and play, these dance upon our screens and project smiles upon our faces. 
 
 Sometimes, out of grim amusement or morbid curiosity, we close our blinds and lock our doors and venture into the unknown, knowing that while beyond there be no dragons, there are horrors. Heart beating, mind racing, we peak at these mystifying taboos, and retching, erase it from our memories, both digital and neural. 
 
 But in the far left of the screen, unseen, a single pixel has its image burned. 
 
 And so we return. 
 
 We witness the human gore, the child porn, the man murdered on camera, or the dogs ripping at each others throats. Like an addiction, every time we see this image, another pixel burns. 
 
 And so the image spreads across the screen, at first barely seen, but soon, we are ashamed, we hide our screen from those around us; our curtains close forever. Our door is locked forever. And so we sit in the dark, alone, slowly burning one pixel after another. 
 
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 I do not like what I see on my screen. 
 
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 I do not like what I see in my soul.
