Remembering the truth of LOVE in a world whose foundation is fear, is like finding sobriety in a liquor store filled with alcoholics where drinking is encouraged. For the sober man this is a torment beyond imagining, not because of being surrounded by the temptation to become drunk once more; the sober man remembers well the torture of being the alcoholic, living the lie, greeted by a red bloated face in the mirror, convincing yourself through the pain that you’re having a good time, the voice saying; just get me through until the bliss of the next drink, the next fix, it will all be fine. No, it is because watching them suffer, surviving in the junkies lie, breaks the sober man’s heart and is a constant reminder that he would rather die than be the drunk again and live the lie. The sober man’s torment is though try as he might he cannot make the alcoholics in the store remember the joy of a life without being drunk, when the reality they have created around them is their constant enabler and he realizes that he is but a stranger in a sea of lushes drowning.
Man is a glutton at a twenty four hour, all you can eat buffet of fear and it seems he will eat till he bursts.
“I have absolutely no pleasure in the stimulants in which I sometimes so madly indulge. It has not been in the pursuit of pleasure that I have periled life and reputation and reason. It has been the desperate attempt to escape from torturing memories, from a sense of insupportable loneliness and a dread of some strange impending doom.” ~ Edgar Allan Poe