“At the depths of despair, nothing matters, I can’t do anything, got to get out of here, walls falling in, throw me a rope, I can’t move, can’t stand it, nothing, throw me a rope…
And one day, like any other day, finally tired of waiting for help that never comes, make a rope, tie it to a rock throw it up pull yourself out and walk away…
And it took all that time just to find yourself.
And that’s how long it had to take: And it was well worth every moment.”
“You hesitate, you think and struggle and finally you don’t even think about it anymore, you just lie there in defeat, you just lie there forever. And then one day you get up and do what you have to do, and go on along to the next thing.”
Paul Williams, Das Energi. pgs. 103-105 (Used with permission from Cindy Lee Beryhill.)
Some hours seem not to be occasion for anything, unless for great resolves to draw breath and repose in, so religiously do we postpone all action therein. We do not straight go about to execute our thrilling purpose, but shut our doors behind us, and saunter with prepared mind, as if the half were already done.