of a mind that's too full of thoughts-taut, dark, wrathful thoughts, gnarled, tangled, strangled, desperate, hopeless, grief-stricken thoughts... When you're feeling brutal, ravaged by the unfairness of it all, aching to bursting with unfulfillable, maddening desire, even the wise thoughts that come flashing through pile up, become blocks, building walls, then towers of judgement, with twisting, turning stairs and battlements.

There's times when you just want to bang your head against the floor with the immense pain, the futility of it, times when you beg for release, for mercy, for justice...

But then, you know.

You have to live through it, with it. Even though it's completely intolerable. There is no one who can step in and save you.

There is only you.

And yes, life IS intolerable.

But you're not going to climb under the covers and die, so you might as well go on and if you're going to go on, then you might as well live as beautifully as you can. And when you find the courage, when you come out of the caverns of your soul, you might find...

Life is also beautiful.