"No matter what, I couldn't find the Buddha in the
rhythmic crashing of the waves anymore, so instead
I drank myself into concrete unconsciousness."
--Nick Mamatas, Move Under Ground
This is a spiraling downward, a descent into the seven hells,
based upon dejection and rejection. This is not the same as
the dark night of the soul, not anywhere near. This is a
self-imposed exile saturated with self-pity and dark anger.
One becomes a dark knight and delights in its rebellious power,
the power of chaotic destruction. Its only antidote is love.
Friday, January 23, 2009
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