Deathly fearing the fall from that final step off the massive, imaginary cliff of addiction,
Levitating where addiction promised a plunge,
One step past addiction’s:
LOWEST PRICES EVER!
DON’T STOP NOW!
GOING OUT OF BUSINESS!
YOU WILL DIE!
A step outside of the cave reveals the infinite potential of an eternity calmly continuing—unmoved by every self-destructive addiction to the myth of “free.”
Nothing is free—least of all anything that must be mislabled and masked as “free” to seem worthy of the currency of life: time.
Everything costs—if only time.
time is priceless.
Guilt and dread from having wasted time and potential will tempt towards a relapse. The tool to resist: a knowledge that worse than the wasted time would be more wasted time: new waste simply cannot resolve old waste.
And the chains of a wasted past are also a myth—which, for effect, must be willingly pretended in a wasted present.