fundmentalism

Either it falls on your head like a roof tile or it attaches itself to your insides like a tapeworm. Afterward, you no longer see the world in the same way. You__e got only one thing on your mind: the thing that has taken you over, body and soul. You want to lift it so you can see what__ under it. And from that point on, you can never turn back. Besides, you__e no longer giving the orders. You think you__e in control, doing what you want to do, but it__ not true. You__e nothing but the instrument of your own frustrations. For you, life and death come down to the same thing, Somewhere, you must have renounced everything that could have given you a chance of returning to earth, to the real world. You__e an extraterrestrial. You live in a kind of limbo, stalking houris and unicorns. As for this world, you don__ even want to hear about it anymore. You__e just waiting for the right moment to cross the threshold. The only way to get back what you__e lost or to fix what you__e screwed up -- in other words, the only way to make something of your life -- is to end it with a flourish. _ The way you see it, the day of your funeral procession will be the day when you__e exalted in other people__ eyes.