I can still feel it, taste it, see it. The rush of feelings long silent. An angel's song. I became a blur, a speeding blinding light traversing the distance with ease. Then, I failed, I looked down, I looked back. The distance expanded, the darkness enveloped me. I sit in silence, cursing the tragedy, Orpheus' legacy.. Gone.
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"Life is possible only with illusions. And so, the question for the science of mental health must become an absolutely new and revolutionary one, yet one that reflects the essence of the human condition: On what level of illusion does one live?"
-- Ernest Becker, The Denial of Death
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