![]() ![]() Once we’ve obtained our perfection, anxiety creeps in like the demonic force it is to steal our light. There’s a price.įear governs our life-that soul-sickening dread of loss. We reap our reward.Īh, that reward doesn’t come freely. A split-second where demons depart and the gates inch open, granting us a limited view of something holy. ![]() That one, blissfully high moment of utter and complete satisfaction, of achievement. The ultimate assumption that it can be attained if one works hard enough, sacrifices enough, is determined enough to prevail…is the very definition of insanity.īut what is this maddening thing we call perfection? Hell is empty and all the devils are here. No part of this book may be reproduced in any form or by any electronic or mechanical means, including information storage and retrieval systems, without written permission from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. ![]()
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