There must be some sort of logic hidden here, but if there is, it’s beyond me.
The truth was, I didn’t know if I could do it. I didn’t know if I was as strong as Aunt Lillian. I found myself remembering one of those stories of hers, the one about folks crossing over, how they came back either poets or crazy, and I sure couldn’t rhyme more than the odd verse or two of doggerel.
I don’t want to be high any more or again, and this sends me into a spiral of misery, life seems completely empty if this magic world is too painful for me. I want to die and I have infinite terror of the pain of every form of death. I see emptiness and hopelessness everywhere.
If you are capable—stand above and beyond the outcry of the fool. Just say no—to stupidity.
Christopher S Hyatt, The Black Book, Volume 1: Principles of Extreme Living: Become Who You Are—There Are No Guarantees [Amazon, Bookshop, Publisher, Local Library]