I guess the point of the essay is, it is a sick feeling compared to the manic lovehatejoysorrow of putting the torch to that bridge, when you turn back, confused and grainy eyed on an amphetamine fueled all night morning to look at these smoking timbers and say "I..." But must go forward for there is no other thing. And if the road carries us to the abyss... Then we must deal with it, when it comes.
klik if you demand tedious explanations of every little thing.
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