Redemption

e-e-e-e-e-e-e-e-eeverything is everything

And then I came down. Hard.

Those little capillaries were popping like bubbles in my aching cranium as the unmetabolized chemicals in my brain did their unholy dance.

But I was back, and that "ultimate solution" of last night's trip now looked more like a fool's bluff.

I went to school.

Robin touched my hand, and I was OK again.

"...everything is everything..."

And nothing is nothing.

And thirty-five years later, the lesson still remains true.