HANG IN THERE, BRO

I told you. This is no joke. I'm serious, it's as deadly as war, as love. You've gotta find a way, a way to finesse it, to finesse the energy. Not just be able to float upon it when things are good, but when things get ugly, mean and ugly, to know how to dip down below, beneath it all, when you should have known better to have ever gone in at all.

Sure, the truth may very well set you free, but it can be a deadly, disastrous type of freedom, ugly, brief, and futile. Your chances for a peaceful outcome are no better than an old circus elephant broken loose on a rampage.