I had this fleeting epiphany for just a second, a birds-eye view of the overall structure of the social construct.
It cracked like a bolt of lightning, its branches the structure itself, detailed, vivid, revelatory. And it faded away just as quick.
It'll be back.
What was it I was going to say?
Ah yes...
Every Tuesday and Thursday I destroy my body and in its ruins I practice a distilled version of hedonism.
Now hedonism, in the long run, will destroy you, if you are not Dionysus himself. Though he's probably not a hedonist in the strictest sense. But in short bursts it can replenish, refresh, rejuvenate, and reinvigorate in its simplification and indulgence.
That and I got down from my moral perch long ago.
