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You haven't lived until you've lost your mind and
found it again. It's kind of like being the Huckleberry Finn or Holden
Caulfield of your own existence, everything turns white, and you don't
even know dog shit! I mean nothing's there! Less than nothing at the bottom
of a well. The whole thing got precipitated about half a year ago when
a Chinese friend demanded I drive my taxicab over to her restaurant on
Thanksgiving Day for a special treat, which turned out to be worse than
dog food. It must have reminded me of some meal I had as a child, and
afterwards, rather than race around killing everybody, I turned inward
to assuage my intense misery, dove down a hole I found in the center of
my chest, then somehow surfaced from this escapist plunge inside myself
smack in the middle of my optic nerve, which, unaccustomed to this seldom
used neuronal pathway, flooded my vision with extremely bright white light.
It was all I could do in this ten to twenty second merge with enlightenment
to look around and not crash my taxi. 
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