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When Mac Was Swimming

When I’ve waded from the deep end to the shallows of depression, I often find it’s easier to cope with a world in which I feel I’m eventually destined for loneliness. Were it not for the Great Hope, and experiences of Timelessness, I’m not sure where I would be. Realizing that my relatively well honed faculties of reason have been misdirected, fooled by a mind that has seen reality as a steady march to darkness, has been alarming. I’ve been in this valley for quite some time, and while I’ve known that there are mountain peaks and plateaus where you can see so much more of the world, I never thought it was my place, nor that I could reach these plateaus and peaks. I’m learning that’s not the case, but it’s still a strange thought to know that how I’ve thought for so long isn’t the way it really is, or the way it has to be.