I see now what I did not see then. There in a gown, walking gently on shoeless feet, and mumbling under the fluorescent lights of the local psych ward, was the life I had made out of thinking more, and thinking better. This was my life in the Realm of Ceaseless Cognition. This is what you become when you only live there. I would have to face it, sooner or later. My best thinking was how I got here. I got here by consoling myself. I got here by trying to be okay.
