pain, my friend, causes much that we do not understand.
despair brings only despair, therefore
question not.
for to walk over the hot coals
of critical acumen into the fire of regret
-where there is no water
no wine
no vice
that could ever quench you-can bring you to a truth
that burns a scar so thick
nothing, not even death
can penetrate it.
In that isolation
one can not know faith.
yet
wisdom may come
at some far removed moment
and the many long hours of our lives
that were wasted in an instant
are regained beyond all previous measure
with a mere change of mind.
