THE LIFTED VEIL

What kind of sad reflection on life is it that when drunk on a solitary beer, easy inebriation born of general abstention, it is possible to cast aside the shackles that confine one to a miserable hemmed-in existence and rediscover the joy in life, the unbounded childlike pleasure coursing through the veins wherein nothing is constrained and everything is possible, just as it should be?

Sad indeed that only a drug can temporarily melt the scales from the eyes and reveal once again the wonder of the world before the grey dawn extinguishes it and refills one again with the fear of living.

It isn’t the alcohol which is blurring reality, it is the alcohol that enables reality to shine through once more.

As one ages the walls close in, social conditioning, bureaucracy, mental illness and physical degradation all force one to exist in an ever-shrinking space, like a once powerful animal now scared of its own shadow pacing behind the bars.

The question is, how can one regain the positive carefree and euphoric reaction to the world, a natural state, without the aid of chemical stimulation?





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