no escape really

"...so the passion just comes to its climax each time, and then I'm stuck back in my reality once more..." ventured the goblin to the muse over the coffee table in his usual bistro now done up in christmas style now, continuing "...so I am no longer sure what really gives me the most pleasure here, oh yes, I have those needs, like everyone else has, which can be relieved by indulging myself, yet they only seem to return me back to myself afterwards and always at a price too...", somehow to the goblin it was the same for drink, as it was for food, and for those computer games too, in fact for whatever then just everything returned one, but the muse just looked back at the goblin till, after a while, she opened up her empty hands to him saying "...well now, that does rather betray your age there goblin, I mean, if you really do understand at this point that everything returns you to yourself afterward then simply you've swapped your previous delusions for your present day disillusions, which admittedly is progress all the same...", and, although the goblin could follow the muse's logic clearly, he couldn't quite tell if she wasn't actually laughing at him too

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[Dhara_Ditzy Kat]

The muse is right about one thing. The highs, the lows are a diversion from the norm. Whatever swings high or low, must return to a baseline existence. If you’ve heard of Yoga, that’s what they teach. Don’t be ecstatic. Don’t be overly depressed. Try to be as unmoved as humanly possible with the bounties and tragedies of external life. The internal state of bliss can be attained with that kind of detachment with the external (I’m preaching what I don’t practice) The goblin then endears himself to me with his childlike expectations. I would buy him a beer. Help him see things.