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.