Evening Meditation:
The illusions of others are easy to see. But what about the illusions of me? Delusions of grandeur, cultural delusions. Guises, disguises. I know them all because I have been them all, done them all, lived them all. I lied and then I fell in love with the lie. "I drank, and then the drink drank me."
“There is nothing more deceptive than an obvious fact.”
Sir Arthur Conan Doyle
Question for Today:
And you, Sotto? What about you? Tell me, Sotto, where do you hurt?
from All Drinking Aside (Rough Draft, Day 37)
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