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"I wasn’t liking the direction that my mind was taking. It was too unpleasant.The soul-searching was like shining a flashlight around a dark room, and finding nothing but mutilated corpses of dreams and good intentions.So my Misguidance took pity on me and turned the flashlight off, and got me high. I guess it’s sometimes easier just to blindly stumble, than to gracefully walk with awareness of what’s staring back at you."