With this concept in mind, we can argue that beauty manifests not as a faceless monolith, but as a unification of diverse elements; namely, the reconciliation of diverted light.
This idea is itself incomplete, or flawed. The chief reason for its giving me pleasure is its propensity to be completed in the future. It seems that many times putting the last piece in place is more pleasurable than actually beholding the finished product.
It feels good to sit back and reflect with a clear mind again. Today was a long day.
The day before, I burned my hand with boiling water, so I took some Vicodin. I guess it was too old, or too potent, maybe a combination of the two. But the next day, I was sick as hell. Now I can begin to understand the meaning of "dope sick." It is truly a horrific thing. A hellish place to be. And I imagine many cases are a hundred times worse.
Note to self: try not to try heroin.
