the bob and weave

"After the first glass, you see things as you wish they were.
After the second, you see things as they are not.
Finally, you see things as they really are,
and that is the most horrible thing in the world."
-Oscar Wilde on absinthe
But is it not also the greatest? To unite those poles of the spectrum between horror and ecstatic bliss? To force those magnetic points together until your body quakes- and finally that stillness. Silence that's louder than cannon fire. That eminent point of all genius. Origin of all motion. That which catches even quicksilver.

Ohh~ to have a relationship with that feeling.