Scraps: 4/20/09

After a certain point of exhaustion the brain resets its own chemistry and you run on artificial elevation, pushing through the fog of your mind into a translucent awareness. This is how fighter pilots must feel before they wipe out a village.

First, you must admit that existence is absurd. After you relinquish the quest for a higher purpose, then the way is clear for anything. If you cannot do this I am afraid your life will be a long series of disappointments.