Often I feel people absorb too much of what they think they are into themselves. And as a tiny humon, ill-equipped to contain the vastness of Entirety within them, their vessel suffers.
I speak with my few friends who made it out of serious drug use and I watch how they still struggle and what with; I look at myself and see how I still struggle and what with, as well. Physics would tell us we are less of a thing and more of a wave and truly when you look deep enough, everything is swirling in its own time, giving rise to the motions we can see and beyond that.
Existing in the spin of its ineffable dance and infinite in number, how could we ever hope to gather a clear picture? What we do is anchor ourselves, create shields against misery and beliefs in the dark. Those beliefs move in waves too, and those useless shields long since branding onto our skin their design are dragged along as a burden and a shame.