last breath

i already opined a long time ago: go see a shrink. there is nothing wrong in seeing one. in fact, it is an admission of what is there, whatever it is, this primordial shame harbored, the source of all dysfunction.

and so i say it: my understanding (for it will always be my understanding alone) of what happened will never be comprehended. it leaves me quiet. it doesn't bother me. at least not anymore. such is life. you create the world you want for yourself.

no matter how infinite the goodwill i send, it continually goes down the choked-up drain. i have done my part. the rest is beyond my person.

i look forward to my good night's sleep.