... somehow, encapsulating fifteen years into one hundred pages of long sentences, that move.... away from any idea that there wouldn't be any more sentences, because, because... well apart from anything else one didn't listen to the inevitable end loud and clear.
And 'struggle' is entirely the wrong word.
I know that 99.9% would have gone mad.
But there is a key to becoming the mind body and spirit you never imagined possible, having spent thirty years just slightly aware what it was, and was impossible.
Which thus far is gobbledygook, until somehow i can get back to the one mode that above all keeps you free of all their mind 'problems' and that's up and with a plug in the quiet at 6am... with a plug.
Plugging what so many seem to think cannot be, just like me.
Then.
