Owwwwww, Motherfucker, In the Ear!

After a fruitless night of vast frustration, downright anger, eventual acceptance and drinking with a movie ("Fight Club", in this case), I'm beginning to think that Tyler Durnden was onto something. Looking at the movie from a shamanic/Zen perspective opened up whole new ways of thinking.

It's good to self-destruct, and I'm well past overdue for death. Not in the literal sense, of course. God, you fatalists. :)